Smoke flow

Something is not right in the head, too bad
That can fix the shit when I'll be pretty fucking dead
Please don't feed my ego, I don't feel that shitty need
I'm a bad seed indeed just let me smoke my weed

Never love money cause that love can kill
To much money love can get you ill
We still have a war draw, never kiss the shit
Defeat life, stay alive and fuck retreat

We love the mike, we love life, we love hip-hop beat
We only fight on stage and every show is live, you know that shit
Fuck fame, fuck awards, fuck happy music
The word is a tool fool we have to use it

You know life is a game at the heavy weight
The final countdown can't wait
Use the brain, man, is never to late
Don't think for diamonds and shit
Don't be so fucking friendly
Greedy motherfucker, your coufin has to be trendy

I'm like a flea, check my ID in hell the sickness of mallerick's man, I'm sick indeed
When I take the lead I see you catchin’ speed
Oh shit, go fuck the beat called rapman and this is it

Ah, ah, ah, ah, yo cinetic in show four yo, yo
A long ways from home I bring you another other
Two dope ass niggers, me, self and my brother
Yeah, he's from another should I let him explain
Introduce me
What's that niggers name?

With this might devices
He slice twice, ye, you can't fuck with him
Its the show for do' you all niggers know
Yeah, I'm coming from the dirty ode, that's the OHT

Army and my man, we keep it the ground
Were keeping it slime, you know I'm all about mine, yeah
That, that cock you gotta get it don't stop, that dope, yeah up with dope down

We be doin` what we doin` and that’s the reason we are here
Doin` this, you grab niggaz beware
I won’t stop until i`m through with this
Even if it taste
You’ll recieve a better line
Is cinetic, you bitches wont forget it
For many, many
Yo, ah

Uppon my arival, once my feet touch solid ground
I know imma score, it’s like touchdown
Go deep don’t sneek once I post up
Ya’ll niggaz better catch me like a photo close up
Get back lay back don’t say the
I'm a stupid nigga, never know for fucking

Don’t get your mouth touched
Don’t get touched
Don’t get opened up like a motherfucker dutch

Yes, is him and him to begin
The more friends in him
The first, the nice
You niggaz can’t fuck with me I’m nice
On this mic device
My crow, my weapon, I shoot at your boots to you steppin
In a opposite direction, yeah
You fuckin` around this niggaz try to
You fuckin` around and get lay down
When that thunder hit the fuckin` ground bitch