Smoke/Shadows (feat. bysztof krzator)

They say where there's smoke, there's fire
I'm rising ever higher, by writing plumes of white
That hide the sun and part the sky
It's blindingly clear from the "hear ye"s that shatter silence
The town crier's tryna take you where it's lighter

You'll never find me lying
My ride is never hired
It's just as well, since I'm burning up a couple tyres
I make my name when I'm racing to the stage
And I'm pouring something smooth
Like it's five pints of Tiger

I'm on smoke
Doing cyphers with my guys
Lil' Dap-ping up my Gs cause the feeling is fine
I got bysztof on the beat since he killed '95
But '95 was yours, 2000 was mine, check it

Bless it, and bump another Slum tape
Burning up the status quo like toking on your Sunday paper
I'm never blazed, but blasé to the paperchase
So I lay waste to vacant days by spraying this

By torching, laying flames upon your porches
Razing whole neighbourhoods with records of my thoughts
It's Fahrenheit Vier-Fünf-Eins, ach du scheiße
A working-class hero fucking brings the world to rights, bruv

Of course, it's nothing but a game of goods imported
Of serving something new to the dudes I share the court with
I guess that's "game, set, match"
They couldn't fault this effortless flow
This back-and-forth has got em all twist

Crafting bars to perfection like a Porsche
I shouldn't know how since I grew up with a Corsa
The Council Estate of Mind is with me till I fall
Till my face is up in smoke

Among the winds bringing autumn leaves
That turn the green to orange, and the blue to grey
Clouds are forming in the skies, and on the roof they stay
It's been a year since I first touched base, I'll never rue the day
I started lighting kindling in the booth when I sprayed

Yo
I'm keirykeir, jumping on a Dilla beat
Chatting bout the faces and the city streets
Sitting pretty till the police move me on
Like winter winds, a bitter freeze
Man are fiending for the pain that I'm laying on the keys

Making peace with my demons
Preaching to the heathens
Lyrically, please believe, I speak freely
They're blowing smoke, while I'm lurking in the shadows
I'm a samurai with sharp bars, I'll cut you to your marrow

But words are worthless without purpose
Cause empty talk ties the noose
Truth and love are under threat
I see a dark cloud forming up ahead
You better get prepared, or they'll lay your soul to rest