Smokin' Barrels

Alright, you leave me no choice
I never thought you'd hold that, against me now (what up, dog?)
But the hake, I understand now, why you don't want me to get outta here
I'm not just one person
A symbol of everything you feel to destroy

Yeah, I'm the new king of the shit, my script overruneth
Dark tunnels rhymes sputter, mind muddy vine gutter, breathe!
Catch fatigue from a dark street, Blade Runner
My beats made in summer sit in thought like a confused plumber
Bang them pipes night after midnight slumber
Don't come up here with that weak shit, biting niggas teeth-less

Spineless, you built your life on mine and I digest
Thought for food Crow's nest, proposed threats candid
You couldn't land in those Timberlands I stand in
It's true I hold Cannon
Sharp Ruby Diamond advances got me buying out the gun show
Assorted flavor damage

Began in gun rule now run Detroit Barry Sanders of this rap shit
Nigga get your motherfucking cameras
'Cause a made nigga's back with the motherfukin' hammer
While I chisel words, BMI tax for my grammar
Roberta Flacks wax on the panel, new Motown Vision the ammo
Black day apparel plus that rock paper denim for around the way Heroes
What's up?

Smoking barrels 'round the way gun too
My niggas fly apparel hold a gray lung to
Yeah, bury blades we don't talk we confront you
My niggas carry graves got a few on the run too
Yeah, smoking barrels 'round the way gun too
My niggas fly apparel hold a gray lung to
Yeah, bury blades we don't talk we confront you
My niggas carry graves got a few on the run too

Ayo, fake niggas come around and leave before the show
I scoop up ten bills, my face had a glow
Erase black clouds with that green smoke I blow
When the needle to the wax, I shoot 'em up Clive O
Derail ya whole plot, a few steps ahead of foe
And what you know not, the autopsy won't show

Yeah, smoking barrels 'round the way gun too
My niggas fly apparel hold a gray lung to
Yeah, bury blades we don't talk we confront you
My niggas carry graves got a few on the run too
Yeah, smoking barrels 'round the way gun too
My niggas fly apparel hold a gray lung to
Yeah, bury blades we don't talk we confront you
My niggas carry graves got a few on the run too

I think I understand now, why you don't want me to get outta here
You never want me to get outta here
You think I'm your enemy, it's awesome, it's purely personal now
Between him and me

Volume 3 (Thought For Food, Volume 3)