It's just a good beat...
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Yo we smoke mics to the point we lightheaded
Doppel take flame to your name, quite wretched
Puff 'em like a cigar for one night sessions
One slight question, how we gon' smoke mics?
Ayo we smoke mics like your mom smokes dicks
Everyday habit for the wench, allow me to quench
Lyrical thirst your hearing was parched
So I impart miracles first to tear you apart
Spark a light burning [?] mic adore granulation
And keep it with the cord to ensure strangulation
How many emcees can flame a mike stand
To the point that this white man will burn into a slight tan
Grip it tight, right hand callus with them palms
Living life tripe yeah, phallus with the bombs
My habits in Milan, all my habits in the U.S
Scorch a mic off a quite fool [?]
Gruesome, twosome the two best loot slum
Who done? Dropped about a two ton deuce from
The minute of an exhale
Get burnt to debris
Timid from the best
Ailing learned from the fee
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Ayo I got a hairy tongue and my face has grayed
From years of smoking mics lungs blacker than the ace of spades
Until I wither and waste away, fucks with E cause he gives me free beats and a place to stay
Good deeds the rap lords know
Fucked up his wardrobe helping this man pop star [?]
Never told him the calf when I hurled the slice
Yo I even pressed the nigga for some girl advice
Yo E I feel weird asking y'all but would you fornicate with a steel [?]
Yo [?] the grass was tall
A beard rougher than a game of wheelchair basketball
He paused put down his glass and all
And replied in a subtle tone, Matter Ov Fact smash it raw
My man don't be an ass and stall
When you're done pass me the math so I can get the last of call