No Smoke

Album cover art for "No Smoke" by Twiztid & Joe Black (AXE) & Billy Obey & Rapper REDD & Oh! The Horror & Axe Murder Boyz & Gibby Stites & Boondox & Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Twiztid & Joe Black (AXE) & Billy Obey & Rapper REDD & Oh! The Horror & Axe Murder Boyz & Gibby Stites & Boondox & Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Rap

No Smoke

2 Plays

Duration: 2:52

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Monoxide] Please don't come near with the powder lookin for mirrors Get out and go disappear gotta lotta smoke up in here I'm not a boat but I feel like everybody is on a pier An' they're just watching as I float an' they're hopin to commandeer What I smoke believe me it's outta this atmosphere Not a joke like the shit y'all tokin' from what I hear Got the potion wrapped up in a paper I'm 'bout to smoke it all now and do the same shit later I wanna make a pot vow for all my haters You're never touching this loud so get out our faces I'm so lit right now in the darkest places When it hits like pow there'll be no traces, MNE I'm out [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Don't want no smoke dead man always go for broke Check the headstone of the last took me for a joke Here now lies the one that's most despised Most hated that ain't debated that anyone knew 'em in life Who needs a pen and a sword, loaded gauge on the dashboard Pull it like a ripcord, they calling for the Lord And best believe it I don't blame 'em When the dead guy come calling best not to entertain 'em [Verse 3: Gibby Stites] Yo my nickname Sir Smoke-a-Lot, smoke a lot of that potent pot Chill with he who grow the crop, weed be looking like Photoshop Need a dutchie hit the store, zip or more what I always cop I'll blow my top if you try to give me shake just like a soda pop Say what, blazed up eighth of crumble caked up Grade A Buds and a Dutch, fucked up like a pay cut On couch lock I can't budge, smell it but they can't touch Haze and wax I blaze it fast, stay on track like a train does [Verse 4: Joey Black] Graduated from Murder High I'm educated And I show up to murders high pre-medicated Stole ya weed and stashed it in my fat roll I'm an axe hole, I ate all your casserole I'm a dick, that's the point, fuck you gonna do I'll smoke your whole joint and eat the roach in front of you And that's for damn sure, y'all don't want the smoke You'll get cancer, hole in ya throat [Verse 5: Redd] Like yuh, me and dawgs callin' out fakers like wizard of Oz Hit a few licks, then I get fucked up, you pussies bore me, psh yawn Better be gone the minute I roll up unless all y'all wanna brawl I got bitches down to throw hands to Khamala KHAN! It's on Boy, I'm more connected then the MCU Pill bottles just like me 'cause they empty too Senzu beans, they get me in the best of moods A flight of a stairs will the only thang you steppin' to [Verse 6: Jamie Madrox] I smoke weed in excessive amounts ya know 'Cause the world constantly stressing me out, let's go Reminding everybody what we about they know It's smoke in the lungs and words out the mouth so Bars hit the beat for love and not the clout though It's all heat, not even Thomases doubt bro Anonymous keyboard killers and bored trolls Better check ya nuts and ya hard drives, they don't want smoke! [Verse 7: Boondox] I don't smoke, but my pistol is red hot Black Talons in the clip a pearl grip and a red dot You still wanna trip well let's see when the lead drop Best button up ya lip or get hit with the head shot 'Cause you don't want it with a ninja Bitch, I am Battlecat and you are Cringer Lit ya up like a blunt and pass yo ass to Jesus Sorry bout your luck, sad you had to leave us [Verse 8: Billy Obey] What up family? Let me hop in rotation Enormous smoke clouds form from the pot that we blazin' In a house of a thousand corpses getting wasted With Doctor Satan, smoke weed like it's my occupation The flower bring me back reincarnation Bound to pass a pound of grass Now what in the tarnation is going on here? It's another one, MNE we troublesome Here to chief hash kick ass and chew bubblegum, what [Verse 9: Jonathon Hellhouse] (Hellhouse in this bitch) Ay, it's OTH, yeah, yeah When I'm high don't be fuckin with my vibes 'Cause when I'm on the way down might fuck a round and end your life You're at the top of my queue, and now I'm on my way through And if I see you, you're headed for the ICU Yeah, and that is no joke Naw, when I'm comin' for you there's no hope Ay, I promise you, you ain't want no smoke 'Cause if I get provoked then your legs get broke, bitch [Verse 10: Bonez Dubb] Y'all don't want it 'cause I got the smoke it drop you to the floor You might wanna watch your intake probably something you should know Highly medicated all the motherfuckin'' time Smellin' like dispensaries when I be walkin' by Glob mob hookin' up the sticky Flower from the W, it's lookin' real pretty Locs always on, but you know my eyes bleed And I stay strapped wit a Twiztid wrap for rollin' up my weed [Verse 11: Young Wicked] Tom Brady couldn't play me at all Even when I'm too high smokin' with Jamie and Paul We in the war room plannin' out a crazy assault Motherfuckers only hate it 'cause they ladies in awe We pepper stompin' ain't no boo boo in these wicked wraps We never stoppin' makin' beaucoup cheddar biscuit stacks Somebody pass me an axe that I can stick in backs Even with this sickness mask I'm still spitting facts It's James

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Credits

Writers
  • Rapper REDD
  • MIKE SUMMERS
  • Jonathon Hellhouse
  • Bonez Dubb
  • James Garcia
  • Joe Black (AXE)
  • Billy Obey
  • Gibby Stites
  • Boondox
  • Triple Threat