Smoke ft. KiddBerch Lyrics

Whoo! Whoo!

Chale! Chale!

Ah ah

Then this game dey bore till me then Berchie came in

Fucked it up with One Day

That be the one wey then the beat be MPtainment

As we cool down give them the throne just be vacant

Berch told me bro let's be patient

We gently waited

Now this verbal tec is sprayin'

Fuck you thought, he can be tamed in a lyrical war?

(I guess he's playin')

We nodey come fool like SDK

If your rapping cadence dey sound like you're getting raped by twenty eight men

What I dey talk go set you straight

Unless you're gay

One Day was fire

I nodey give a fuck what an emcee says

I nodey give a fuck

I levitate a soul, send 'em up to Heaven's Gate

When I (burn a boy)

Anyway, say hi to a kid that was psalm singin'

Thought he'd end up in Palm Springs

And then now he's arm swingin' like Eddie Khae

When I let these spray

(Duba unless God!)

You go chop bullet like Wendy Shay

Shabazz came in and met his fate

Never bragged about endin' Phrame

Lenny was ma G

Came in a free man and got sent in chains

Sorry fam, but y'all catchin' strays

I no go shelter ma dawgs

I earned this fucking reputation and so bitch niggas what the fuck you sayin'?

Yeah bro let there be pain

You fuckin' with us?

You can't be sayin' you fucking with us

You can't be sane!

You go fit resent me 'kay?

But respect dier you dey owe me plenty payment

(Ah who too this?)

Don't tempt me, Satan

Envy, hate and empty brains be what you niggas get

That be why you nodey fit replicate this flow

Sekof e be unfuckwithable

Make you never figure say we be hospitable

You just go dey end up with hospital bills

Oh chale that never be profitable

I'm comfortable when I'm in the booth

If you dey compete, you're not visible

And just in case it's smoke you want

You bet your ass you'll be getting flamed!

Getting flamed

Yeah he's named Berch the Saint

From hell he came

And let me state

Me then my army dey carry the heat like LBJ

Cause what my pen drag on this paper's fire

King author from Merlin's days

Sword thing outta the rock

And roll this thing out — like the Presley way

One, two, three, four

Shit is 'bouta pop off

One, two, three, four

Shoulda stayed the fuck off

One, two, three, four

Time to fuck your block up

One, two, three, four

Hit the lights

One, two

You blow dey pop confetti

But bro you're fucked already

Your flow is skunk-like smelly

It's slow and not compelling

I hope you're not forgetting this show is not for telly

You know we rough and ready

Nti y'asan aba like Kokoveli

So spread the word like some Kokonsani

Chale listen, I'm Zeus with a mic

I'm getting my tools

Ain't nobody filling my shoes

Kinda like the women I smooch

Each killing I do is amazing

I'm bathing with your blood in a jacuzzi

Yeah dawg, still in my groove

They ask why didn't I choose rap only?

Cause homie's a lawyer and a criminal too

So talk to your homies

These niggas dey bore me

I nodey biz chale so fuck what you told me

We never be paddies

You don't even know me

You hard a then show me

Fuck off with your story

No homo but all o' you niggas below me

Your rap all be koobi

Take a nigga down with a chopper like Kobe

Like he nobe obi

Nobe Mikel Obi

Nobe Wan Kenobi

I'm totally sticking my dick inside the game

It's fucked and never same cause nobody's willing as I am

Niggas is maimed

You hearin the sirens?

Thinking we rapping the same?

Fuck!

Y'all rappers insane and sick in asylums

Double the pain when you feelin' this iron

Dead in your grave but livin' in silence

This is the sound of the drums of war

You son of a gun, my pops will raise you

But I'm a brother to none

Guns go pruh puh pum

Opps go blaze

You know say I never go run

Come and I'm landing a punch

Another one bites the dust

(Gloves off!)

You no go gimme my props, I'll make you

One, two, three, four

Shit is 'bouta pop off

One, two, three, four

Shoulda stayed the fuck off

One, two, three, four

Time to fuck your block up

One, two, three, four

Hit the lights

One, two, three!