Split Prophets Smokey Smokey (feat. Illinformed, Datkid & Two Tungs)
[Two Tungs]
I be repping with the Split Prophets
You ain't stepping, you're a shit novice
The spit's gossip, Tungs, there ain't many rappers this honest
My sick topics laid upon beats'll get your head nodding
Like my shit was hypnotic, and yeah the spliff's chronic
Two Tungs, can't remember, which was it? f..ck it
My bars stay hard like my dick when my chick sits on it
Make it hotter than the tropics, when I drop it, yeah I'm ill I spit vomit
Check the name, nah the aim ain't to get rich off it, nor to get
Ripped off by some prick sat up in a big office with a big promise
f..ck your deal I blaze a zoot and take a shit on it
Now f..ck your hype, G, and your tight jeans
I give a f..ck if a major label ever signs me
Me I keeps it grimey, and I rep it like the '90s
I'm here to smash mics and make the crowd get lively
[Hook]
[Res One]
This is our life now, late nights in white clouds
With pen scribbling lines, studio time, and stage hype, BLAOW!
We came to put the lights out, so put the mic down
It's life round lyricism, stick it [in the white now?]
[Datkid]
Trust this is our life, blood, sometimes on a wind up
But still it's serious business, so listen and bite stuff
Find us on a raggo [?} flex, or a smokey smokey flex
We ram and jam, split the profits and stay holy blessed
[Verse 2: Upfront MC}
I sit and smoke weed, then write rhymes in a daze on dope beats
Amaze the whole scene with [?] speech
Perform in a way that relates to most peeps
That's why they're playing our songs, we train hard with the words making 'em strong
Shaping our verses until the day I can say I've earnt this
Named as a major wordsmith and spray in a way thats perfect
And though nobody is, but this is much more than a hobby
It's a fashion that's burning within my body quick
And it can only grow stronger with no way you can slow this
When it comes to the bars figure my flows iller than most kids
You'll go to bed with no dinner for those fibs
Claiming you're sicker with lyrics when they be ghost writ
What a joke! I mean it's funny but we ain't laughing
How do you sleep at night knowing that you're straight acting?
It's time for your type to die, I'm bored of fakes chatting
Rapping like they're big in the game hoping it may happen
[Hook]
[Res One]
This is our life now, late nights in white clouds
With pen scribbling lines, studio time, and stage hype, BLAOW!
We came to put the lights out, so put the mic down
It's life round lyricism, stick it [in the white now?]
[Datkid]
Trust this is our life, blood, sometimes on a wind up
But still it's serious business, so listen and bite stuff
Find us on a raggo [?} flex, or a smokey smokey flex
We ram and jam, split the profits and stay holy blessed
