The Smoking Man lyrics

by

Quelle Chris


[Chorus: Denmark Vessey]
Who stopped Cosby from coppin' NBC? (they did it)
Who shot your favorite emcee? (they did it)
Escuche, my n*gga said they did it
The ouija board said they did it, and I ain't even play with it
In broad day, you gon' let 'em get away with it? (they did it)

[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
Tell me something I already know
A circus around every corner but I ain't compelled to go
Like Cool James without his radio
And every Eve, di*k and Teddy got a cameo
The Daily Hoe, be paleo
And come up off the bread and we GTG
LOL's for the ELE
Seventeen plus years post Busta Bust predictions
Err'body want a slice from the fruits of the labor pie
Plus the crust is hittin', or so I've been told
Or sold, one or the two
Might go back to some hood I don't rep and buy sodas for the youth
The oldest trick in the book, what a goof
Slip a ring off a star, while aloof
Tryna come up on a spirit dinner Groupon
Before the kids decided that I been rappin' too long
With money long and thick as udon
Hunched over walkin' like old white politicians
You know the zombies who lobbied to eat the president
Sweatin', watchin' they gene pool grow irrelevant
I ain't tryna be a halibut in this small pond
I prefer to evolve and get my walk on, greasy
Get a busted clone like Yeezy
Dye my hair blonde cryin' about how you need me
OKs over the eyes like MD throw Old Bay over the fries
Cigarette smokin' man in a long corridor eyeing
Knowing how the music can influence stark climates
[Pre-Chorus: Denmark Vessey]
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"

[Verse 2: Denmark Vessey]
Rappin' about Martians, unidentifiable large discs
Tall greys pop out like state-of-the-art tits
Tex Avery eyes, tongue out a like a carpet
Call Tommy-Lee Jones and Will Smith (ah sh*t)
Satellite feed of the sacrifice feast
Where elite pronouns and eat the weak for the harvest
Eyes wide shut, masked plutocrats
Ball that bohemian grove on the Google Map
Stupid stacks, you ain't that stupid, stupid
You know what's at the root of that (evil)
Entertainer, where they threw that at? (see ya)
Hack me, you gettin' di*k pics and malware
Go 'head leak them b*tches, matter fact I'll share
We can kazaam the whole zip for a file share
V for vendetta profile with the wild stare
I blame hip hop, the boule, the Masons
Mufon, Koch brothers, Coen brothers, single mothers
Stone cutters, CFR, n*gga, Joan Rivers
The theys, the thems, the deys, and seys and Beys
Conspiracy craze, a wave, a phrase that pays
White collar suits that look like Dave Coulier
[Chorus: Denmark Vessey]
Who stopped Cosby from coppin' NBC? (they did it)
Who shot your favorite emcee? (they did it)
Escuche, my n*gga said they did it
The ouija board said they did it, and I ain't even play with it
In broad day, you gon' let 'em get away with it?

[Pre-Chorus: Denmark Vessey & Quelle Chris]
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"

[Chorus: Denmark Vessey]
Who stopped Cosby from coppin' NBC? (they did)
Who shot your favorite emcee? (they did)
Escuche, my n*gga said they did it
The ouija board said they did it, and I ain't even play with it
In broad day, you gon' let 'em get away with it?

[Outro: Denmark Vessey & Quelle Chris]
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"
Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"...
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