Smoke & Mirrors

Lect's back bust caps on the track,
Cap where you at need your vocals on wax
Grab a gat hit a head in the hat not a riddle rap,
He-Man battle cat on stage with my battle axe,
Swing swords like oh my lord,
Good God he flow so hard,
No smoke and mirrors dawg
Microphone killers clique here y'all,
I 1-2 check it yeah I wreck it, take my shirt off girls get naked, I'm so crazy never stupid, dripping faucet I'm so fluid, strong like popeye your just brutis, let me get back cuz you're looking clueless, I rhyme tight when I'm talking foolish, stay on top only way that I do this,
And you know I gotta get it, every day every hour, every second, every minute, we rip beats rest of y'all just gimmicks,
I'm a master-p.iece so I got no limits,
Took some years off now I'm back in the ring, Ali's back for the belt I'm the rope-a-dope king, I don't do it for the wealth man I do it for the team S.C. 30 I'ma take these rings
I, break vinyls in the bottom of the basement, leave these people wasted and you don't wanna play this,
But the listeners keep in their playlist, try to replace him you gonna need a facelift,
Red carpet every night with a model chick,
Want beef open your mouth swallow this,
Who am I Mr. you don't wanna follow this tommy gun Lect mouth piece full of hollow tips,
In a circle stuck on the same course, no hare and a turtle you're just racing a horse,
And that horse is of course inside of a Porsche no remorse peel out while I'm looking at cuz like,
Can't a young man make money anymore,
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws,
Come to see me without no draws, in a stretch lex with about ten doors

Rappers on smoke and mirrors,
They hate cuz we be realer,
Our clique mi-cro-phone killers,
You can bust back we don't even feel ya
Tef--lon don
Cannon in my left palm mic in my right hand I'ma leave ya face gone,
Nicholas Cage and I don't need to say more

Rappers on smoke and mirrors,
They hate cuz we be realer,
Our clique mi-cro-phone killers,
You can bust back we don't even feel ya
Tef--lon don
Cannon in my left palm mic in my right hand I'ma leave ya face gone,
You ain't got the heart for this art for this so why you wanna spark with this

This is for cats that wanna hear real hits not mumble rap crap fm throws at you,
Dudes all wack smoke mirrors can't do, what we can Intellect and Cap true,
To this hip hop we can't stand you, do this rockin fists to smash you,
We home cooked meals you canned food, you sit to pee we stand dude,
Back in the lab wit a hat to the back got a pad on my lap and a track to attack
In the past I would rap in the back of the class now I blast what I have when it's smashed into wax... we,
Still got it pimp game up, cash in hand that mean the bank is us, it's kinda dangerous that we have aged this much, Because the aim don't sway when the gauges bust!

I'm the man with the gat who can rap in a hat like I work at Lids cuz I flip heads backwards,
Boombappers who clap at actors, shots hit your frame make you go gymnastics,
Fantastic impeccable classics us in your ear like tripping off acid,
Touch Cap Intellect gets drastic, Joe Friday rappers I Dragnet,
Spastic with the plastic, elastic stretch you out, rhymes are elastic mastic
Stick in your ear learn something scholastic, tragic how we do these whack rappers church,
Ecclesiastic bombastic savage sicker than your average I ravage, uh, him bro be the Kimbro
Bust on these cats like eighth grade pimples uh

Rappers on smoke and mirrors,
They hate cuz we be realer,
Our clique mi-cro-phone killers,
You can bust back we don't even feel ya
Tef--lon don
Cannon in my left palm mic in my right hand I'ma leave ya face gone,
Nicholas Cage and I don't need to say more

Rappers on smoke and mirrors,
They hate cuz we be realer,
Our clique mi-cro-phone killers,
You can bust back we don't even feel ya
Tef--lon don
Cannon in my left palm mic in my right hand I'ma leave ya face gone,
you ain't got the heart for this art for this so why you wanna spark with this