Smoke Mics

[Intro] It's just a good beat... [Hook: EP & Matter ov Fact] x2 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? [Verse 1: EP] 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 callous with them palms Living life trife, damn, phallus with the bombs My habits in Milan, all my habits in the U.S Scorch a mic off a quite foolish [?] 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 [Hook: EP & Matter ov Fact] x2 [Verse 2: Matter ov Fact] 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