Smoke Flow lyrics

[Verse 1: Cheloo]
Something is not right in the head, too bad
Docs can't fix this sh*t when I'll be pretty f*cking dead
Please don't feed my ego, I don't feel that sh*tty need
I'm a bad seed indeed, just let me smoke my weed
Never love money 'cause that love can kill
Too much money love can get you ill
We still have a war draw, never kiss that sh*t
Defeat life, stay alive and f*ck retreat
We love the mic, we love life, we love the hip-hop beat
We only fight on stage, and every show is live, you know that sh*t
f*ck fame, f*ck awards, f*ck 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, it's never too late
Don't think for diamonds and sh*t
Don't be so f*cking friendly
Greedy motherf*cker, your coffin has to be trendy
I'm like a flea
Check my ID, in hella sickness of Mallerick's mentally
I'm sick indeed
When I take the lead, I see you catchin' speed
Oh sh*t, go f*ck the beat, call the rapman and this is it

[Bridge: Killarmy]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yo, Connecticut
In the show for sizzle, shotgun, yo, yo
[Verse 2: Killarmy]
A long way from home I bring you another other
Two dope ass n*ggas, meself and my brother
Yeah, he's from another, should I let him explain
Introducin' me?
What's that n*gga's name?
Thanks the nicest, with the might devices
He slice twices, yea, you can't f*ck with him
It's the show for dough, you all n*ggas know
Yeah, I'm coming from the dirty ode, that's the OHT
Army and my man, we keep in the ground
We're keeping it slime, you know I'm all about mine
Ye, that guap, that c*ck, you gotta get it, don't stop
That dope, yeah, up with the dope down
We be doin' what we doin' and that's the reason we are here (What?)
[?] doin' rab n*ggas beware
I won't stop until I'm through with this
Even if it taste like getting shot a dozen times
[?] you'll get a better line (Listen)
[?] it's Connecticut, you b*tches won't forget it
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For many many many [?]
Yo, uh
Upon my arrival, once my feet touch solid ground
You know Imma score, it's like touchdown
Go deep, don't sneak once I post up
Yall n*ggas better catch me like a photo close up
Get back, lay back, don't say nothing
I'm a Scooby-Man n*gga never know for f*ckin` frontin'
Don't get your mouth touched
Don't get touched
Don't get opened up like a motherf*cking Dutch
Yes is him in, hmm, to begin
(The more friends in him:-??) The first, the nice
You n*ggas can't f*ck with me
I'm nice on this mic device
My crow, my weapon,I shoot at your boots to keep you steppin'
In a opposite direction, (b*tch) yea
You f*ckin' around, these n*ggas try to move perfection (b*tch)
You f*ckin' around and get laid down
When that train pound thunder sound shake the f*ckin' ground, b*tch