No Smoke (feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Boondox, Gibby Stites, Alla Xul Elu, Axe Murder Boyz & Rapper REDD)

Please don't come near with the powder lookin' for mirrors
Get out, go disappear, gotta lotta smoke up in here
I'm not a boat but I feel like everybody is on a pier
And they're just watching as I float and they're hopin' to commandeer

What I smoke, believe me it's outta this atmosphere
Not a joke, like the shit y'all talkin' from what I hear
Got the potion wrapped up in a paper
I'm 'bout to smoke it all now and do the same shit later

I wanna make a pot vow for all my haters
You're never touching this loud so get out our faces
I'm so lit right now in the darkest places
When it hits like pow, there'll be no traces
MNE I'm out

Don't want no smoke, Deadman always go for broke
Check the headstone of the last took me for a joke
Here now lies the one that's most despised
Most hated, that ain't debated, anyone knew 'em in life

Who needs a pen and a sword
Loaded gauge on the dashboard
Pull it like a ripcord, they calling for the lord
And best believe it, I don't blame 'em
When they dead guy come calling, best not to entertain 'em

Ayo my nickname Sir Smoke-A-Lot
Smoke a lot of that potent pot
Chill with he who grow the crops
Weed be looking like Photoshop
Need a Dutchie, hit the store
Zip or more what I always cop
I'll blow my top if you try to give me, shake just like a soda pop

(Say what?)
Blazed up, ate the crumble, caked up
Grade A-Buds and a Dutch
Fucked up like a pay cut
On couch lock I can't budge
Smell it but they can't touch
Haze and wax, I blaze it fast
Stay on track like a train does

Graduated from murder high, I'm educated
And I show up to murders high pre-medicated
Stole your weed and stashed it in my fat rolls
I'm an axe hole, I ate all o' ya casserole
I'm a dick, that's the point, fuck you gonna do?
I'll smoke ya whole joint and eat the roach in front of you
And that's for damn sure, y'all don't want to smoke
You'll get cancer, hole in your throat

Me and my dawgs, callin' out fakers like Wizard of Oz
Hit a few licks, then I get fucked up, you pussies bore me, pssh, yawn
Better be gone the minute I roll up unless all y'all wanna brawl
I got bitches down to throw hands to Khamala Khan, it's on

Boy I'm more connected than the MCU
Pill bottles just like me 'cause they empty too
Senzu beans, they get me in the best of moods
A flight of stairs will the only thing you're stepping to

I smoke weed in excessive amounts, you know
'Cause the world constantly stressing me out, let's go
Reminding everybody what we about they know
We smoke in the lungs and words out the mouth so

Bars to the beat for love and not the clout though
It's all heat, not even Thomas' doubt bro
Anonymous keyboard killers and born trolls
Better check your nuts and hard drives, they don't want smoke

I don't smoke but my pistol is red-hot
Black Talons in the clip, a pearl grip and a red dot
You still wanna trip? Well let's see when the lead drop
Best button up ya lip or get hit with the headshot

'Cause you don't want it with a ninja
Bitch, I am battle cat and you are Cringer
Lit you up like a blunt and pass your ass to Jesus
Sorry 'bout your luck, sad you had to leave us

What up family? Let me hop in rotation
Enormous smoke clouds form from the pot that we blazin'
In a house of a thousand corpses getting wasted
With Doctor Satan, smoke weed like it's my occupation

The flower bring me back, reincarnation
Bound to pass a pound of grass
(Now what in the tarnation is going on here?)
It's another one, MNE we troublesome
Here to chief hash, kick ass and chew bubblegum, what?

(Hellhouse in this bitch)
Ay, it's OTH, yeah, yeah
When I'm high don't be fuckin' with my vibes
'Cause when I'm on my way down
Might fuck a round and end your life
You're at the top of my queue, and now I'm on my way through
And if I see you, you're headed for the ICU

Yeah and that is no joke
Naw, when I'm coming for you there's no hope
Ay, I promise you, you ain't want no smoke
'Cause if I get provoked then your legs get broke, bitch

Y'all don't want it 'cause I got the smoke, it drop you to the flow
You might wanna watch your intake, prolly something you should know
Highly medicated all the motherfuckin' time
Smellin' like dispensaries when I be walkin' by

Glob mob hookin' up the sticky
Flower from the W, it's lookin' real pretty
Locs always on but you know my eyes bleed
And I stay strapped with a Twiztid wrap for rollin' up my weed

Tom Brady couldn't play me at all
Even when I'm too high smokin' with Jamie and Paul
We in the war room plannin' out a crazy assault
Mothafuckas only hate it 'cause their ladies in awe

We pepper stompin', ain't no boo-boo in these wicked wraps
We never stoppin' makin' beaucoup cheddar biscuit stacks
Somebody pass me an axe that I can stick in backs
Even with this sickness mask, I'm still spittin' facts
It's James, it's James