Smoke Mics

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