SMOKEY AND BUFFALO BROWN

Intergalactic sweaters
Bourbon wit a hint of leather
Born Black in America dodgin penn and teller
White magicians who flip cards in jurisdictions
Pandering Gerrymandering for personal interests
They said the will of the people would come to fruition
But when the presidents a possum best lock up ya kitchen
Dirty rats form alliances to design the map
So where you are might not really be where you at
I'm an MC's MC no braggadocio
A Los Angeles Tale I play the black Cologero
Pops kept me away from the gangsters wit his manner
He was known to end conversations holdin his hammer
Both hands clusty nigga trust me
Rush me and I'll turn hide and seek into rugby
These nigga charity cases
Rap super basic
So they mumble real fast cuz they don't really say shit

And I ain't one to play with
If this a duel I'm bout to shoot before them 20 paces
Fuck all them funny faces
If I catch you lookin twice then I'm already anxious
I got that thang thang on me and I'm ready to bang shit
It be lamest lil hoes screamin all of that gang shit
Burnt I get the streets turnt we speak a different language
I use to living dangerous
Now I'm analyzing every angle as it changes
Same old rules I don't fuck with strangers
This year alone I wrote a 100 pages
And I've done so many beats I forgot where I saved em
I forgot about more shit then you ever created
I'm the fuckin greatest And ain't no debating
That's how I been feeling treat writing like painting
I get hella faded and come up with bangers

Once again my friend The arch bishop extends
Courtesy calls spring winter fall and summer blends
Chardonnay Pinot gri shorty ordered in 3
Hash droplets in the tea can you see what I see?
Buffalo Brown visions Hunter S Thompson collisions
Roller coasters out on Saturn the patterns exquisite
Encounters of the 3rd eye in the sky wit the ribbons
The solar system has a limit the universe endless