Sir Smoke A Lot

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SadhuGold - Rap

Sir Smoke A Lot

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[Intro] "Uh, just some weird shit here, man There's David sittin' in the bushes, man Does he have a gun? I don't know, man? (*Barking*) I don't know (*Barking*) Red team go, red team go Just some weird shit, man" (Copenhagen, Denmark) Ayo Sadhu, Big Umbrella shit (*Barking*) I think I'm going crazy (Diamond) [Verse 1] Inna the mind of a mad black man My cats scan a little cryptic (What?) Young, black and gifted (Aha) Gold grill like Sir Smoke-a-Lot I get lifted (Bling!) Twist your cap back like I'm Fred Durst When the lead burst from this Limp Bizkit I wouldn't risk it (Grr) I'ma king with the pen, villain, William Fisk Fuck the 36th District (Ah!) It's all in a wrist-flick The big fish Everybody got my albums on they Discogs wishlist (They do) It be a a cold day in hell, I makе a song for the bitches (Fuck outta herе!) The hoes don't buy vinyl and all sales is final Just a friendly reminder We rockin' Moncler's at my daughter recitals (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, shit) Put my hands on yo' neck like I'm checkin' your vitals All you niggas blockin' blessings, disrespectin' your idol They find you stretched on arrival It's kill or be killed you unfit for survival My verses should be kept in the Bible King James, Book of Diamond, crime and passion Red wine and timeless fashion, yo, I be the tie-dye assassin Kill a rapper faster than a cyanide tablet Ten rap commandments (Amen) We wrote the handbook, you can't stand the heat Step aside and let that man cook, you scared to death (Let that man cook!) You scared to look, you shook Come over here and get your chain took Callin' Boulevard Crook, every line off the hook Ryan Garcia, if you smell what I'm cookin' like Rocky Maivia (It's the smell!) It's on sight when I see ya The hate I get paid for my thoughts and ideas (Smart) Who you thought put this shit together (Huh?), Ikea? Rare low-bubble-goose suicide skier We used to hotbox in the Chevy Cavalier Now I tie y'all hoes, see me out and scream, "Mamma Mia!" Fuck I look like out here drivin' a Kia? (Huh?) I push a M5 and nosedive off the pier (Splash) Crowd jumpin' like Holyfield when Mike bit the ear Aviator, we talkin' all fly shit this year, world premiere I feel like Earl the Pearl in here (Uh) Cab Mike slide through on a horse like Paul Revere (Yeah-yeah) Hear ye, hear ye every day I sincerely (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Pray he never bring none of you fuck niggas near me Only commentators play the sideline and cheerlead I'm baseline, droppin' hotlines 'til your ears bleed [Outro] "Y'alls niggas better recognize and see where I'm comin' from, it's The Umbrella, bitch It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go I'm hearin' motherfuckers tryin' to steal my flow But it ain't no thang because my niggas not in pro Put me up on the game when I step through the door Know some of you niggas is so deceptive "Usin' my styles like a contraceptive" I hope you get burned Seems you haven't learned It's the knick-knack paddywhack (Diamond)

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  • Mickey Diamond