Drug Trade (feat. Black Thought) - Smoke DZA

Feat. Black Thought It's not latin, or white, or black music It's that cooked up coke, crack music Black Thought and Pharoahe, the rap duet It's that lucid rapid eye movement My think tank's like a piranha tank think, multiple bites figure Mega, reality, tera, giga Grand Theft Auto, modern day Mickey and Mallory Small But I'm sick enough to walk into an art gallery and piss on a Picasso Crack statues, rub my balls on her face, shit on it, and throw it at you So when the beat intensifies I become emotionally desensitized Like, once I slapped a rapper with mace Then I spit acid in his face, after he rinsed his eyes, no wait I actually grew five times my size grabbed mace by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism Attack is for battle, and practical rap with wisdom Actually, it's pragmatic capitalism for actors that crack under pressure and collapse when I get 'em Monch is medicinal man made medical marijuana With a phase plasma rifle like I'm searchin' for Sarah Conner And shorty's got brains, shorty not playin' I'm 40 blocks I'm a killa with 40 watt range With an arrangement of bullets that I've arranged Encrypted in scriptures specific individual names That shall remain anonymous Me and the ammunition's in a relationship that's monogamous It's like I'm married to the silencer Until I file for divorce and release my ex-calibers Do art with your arteries, place that for my adversaries Put your snap back cap back, cap your capillaries like Woefully twice as magnifying as ever hearing Chewbacca scream Through a megaphone with the significance of Dr. King Philanthropic Cause I'm trying to see man united without referencing UK soccer teams My philosophy prophecy, the opposite of Mephistopheles I incited isosceles(?) Sent to Earth to warn of environmental atrocities, and nobody can copy me Stop, it's not possible but probable that it's only philosophical mockery, strange Change copper to gold, switch properties, bang! Stay on top of the globe, flip monopolies, aim Take stock in the soul, spit properly Take stock in the soul, spit properly That extended clip on my hip sits awkwardly I'm diabolical, follicle triggers that I cock and squeeze Sending shots to ancient Greece to pop Socrates I bear arms like button-downs without the sleeves Manic depressive and possessive like apostrophes My psychiatrist waive the doctor fees When I wave the pistol and say listen quick, watchin' me so I can breathe National Association for the Advancement Of drugs for performance enhancement And it's tough taking so many chances But I've been a bad seed from the womb, they call me ovary cancer And I got an ugly heart, although I'm totally handsome And I take the love of your life and hold her for ransom And my tactical cam (?) that never stood for any national anthems Was hood, I am the actual answer And I'll prove it Black attire, rapid fire, rapid eye movement I'm from a species that is higher, I am not human Extraterrestrial alien, a monster killer a (?) chillin' In a barrel of lobster Ex-Slave sadomasochist that gave the mass of my ass to kiss A dyin' breed, I'm the last of this Black is as miraculous as Jesus of Nazareth When I vocalize the crowd rise like Lazarus It's the Rhode Scholar, my cold collar piss off Peter Your hoes holla, he's on top of the bars Meet a Mr. Globe Trotter in my Adidas Pure cheetah, hoppin' out of this exotic European 4 seater Hollerin' cheeba cheeba like I'm park side Killin' is the dark side Villain, I'm God, I'm Godzilla Sometimes I'm Bob Dylan put blood on these tracks, for real So, God-willin' you'll feel what I'm spillin' Yeah, I never quit, I'm still syndicatin' up Me and Pharoahe Monch, still here for the benefit of us This is straight razor behavior, I never get enough Get the picture, my militia gettin' ignorant as fuck Yea, it's suicide murder Straight from the underground through the fiber optics Pharoahe, Black Thought, complete the cypher The movement outlandish

Yeah-yeah, oh So many hard times Yea-yeah, oh Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare People all around me and they're all in fear They don't seem to want me but they won't admit I must be some kind of creature up here having fits From my party house, I'm afraid to come outside Although I'm filled with love, I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride So I play the part I feel they want of me And I pull the shades so I won't see them seeing me Having hard times, in this crazy town Having hard times, there's no love to be found Having hard times, in this crazy town Having hard times, there's no love to be found Yeah, yeah, yeah In my party house I feel like meeting others Familiar faces, creed and race, a brother But to my surprise, I find a man corrupt Although he be my brother, he wants to hold me up Having hard times, in this crazy town Having hard times, there's no love to be found Having hard times, in this crazy town Having hard times, there's no love to be found Check it out, seventeen years and counting Of tryna climb up the rough side of the mountain Friends warned me I'ma have to do it without them No problem really, it was never about them So my house, I never come out from 'Cause every day a drought, then a shadow of doubt come I'm down to do whatever if it betters my outcome The city's like the Audubon Ballroom waiting on Malcolm 'Cause people wanna see my blood flow like fountains I got nowhere to go and still feel like bouncing I'm looking for the closest window I can rap from Or for the highest speaker-box that I can shout from And I'm hoping to feel like something is real But it's no hope when you are but a spoke in a wheel A brick in a wall, tryna find an opening still Having hard times, tryna climb over the hill Yeah, so many hard times, yeah, yeah Sleeping on motel floors, yeah, yeah Knocking on my brother's door Eating Spam, Oreos Drinking Thunderbird baby, yeah Hard times, in this crazy town Having hard times, there's no love to be found Having hard times, in this crazy town Having hard times, there's no love to be found Having hard times, in this crazy town Having hard times, there's no love to be found Having hard times, in this crazy town Having hard times, there's no love to be found Yea-yeah, yea-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah So many hard times, yeah, yeah Sleeping on motel floors, yeah, yeah Knocking on my brother's door Eating Spam and Oreos Drinking Thunderbird baby, oh, yeah I don't wanna do it no more No-no-no, no-no I don't wanna go back there no more No-oh I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna

My comeback Millzie I got you Al-Doe I don't know what the word pressure mean BBN Winter coming, we bring them furs out Sky trip in the Aspen, we smoking girl scout No service, money's my whole purpose They talk to you, run down on em like why you nervous They rap about guns homey, I'm rappin with the gun on me Ask them niggas in Atlanta how we movin You know the price, black Rubicon Rover white Double box vacuum seal We send the move at night Ah, who your favorite again, who? I'm probly on his playlist, raw cones I'm faded We break Nobel, make fully regular Spice market spin up, this way ahead of ya Just me and my bitch They seen this one we dippin by Stumbling the kiss and fly I really did whatever my pimp say Rest in peace Vito, esperito Puente Dog And as I take another hit I wonder if I could get any And as I take another sip I wonder if I could drift any And as she takes another sniff She prolly feel like she'll never get any Kush got bitch Ride Straight out the trenches Use to play the Benjies, the OGs showed interest Real nigga Pedigree, not a blemish Law of attraction rob off on anybody I link with Uh, I'm blessed to be distinguished Before you get that guy to think rich Most these niggas on some think shit It's my duty to get it I'm truly the freshest, sliding hoes out of beauty in Essex Why you stressin? Block nigga, call him Tetris Never left the hood, tryna tell me what success is And just like the game appears Everything you had lined up, you watch it disappear And there go the pressure, creepin on yo ass You call yourself tryna build but life is moving fast And now you stackin as a nigga using dope Sleep standing up but you really wide awoke And as I take another hit I wonder if I could get any And as I take another sip I wonder if I could drift any And as she takes another sniff She prolly feel like she'll never get any Yo yo Smoke something bitch Uptown All praises due to the father You lil niggas service is fucked, step your bars up Foreign boy, I'm too fly for a charging Rubber band and Benjamins, rolling jelly jars up Hard luck is all we had Now it's lobster like we garliced up Vegetable rice butter with partial cups Halfway full cause we halfway gone Repentin all of our sins cause for all we was wrong But never regrettin shit, we sayin none of these songs Short patience for sucka shit so I roll mine long It's a work out to finish my blunts, I smoke that strong And I love a Spanish girl that love her throat to be warm McCall poke her over the block I just supply the guap and let my nigga run the spot I clean cut with visions and being filthy To my daughter I'm daddy, to these rappers I'm father Millzie Amen And as I take another hit I wonder if I could get any And as I take another sip I wonder if I could drift any And as she takes another sniff She prolly feel like she'll never get any