No Smoke (feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Boondox, Gibby Stites, Alla Xul Elu, Axe Murder Boyz & Rapper REDD)

Please don't come near with the powder lookin' for mirrors Get out, go disappear, gotta lotta smoke up in here I'm not a boat but I feel like everybody is on a pier And they're just watching as I float and they're hopin' to commandeer What I smoke, believe me it's outta this atmosphere Not a joke, like the shit y'all talkin' from what I hear Got the potion wrapped up in a paper I'm 'bout to smoke it all now and do the same shit later I wanna make a pot vow for all my haters You're never touching this loud so get out our faces I'm so lit right now in the darkest places When it hits like pow, there'll be no traces MNE I'm out Don't want no smoke, Deadman always go for broke Check the headstone of the last took me for a joke Here now lies the one that's most despised Most hated, that ain't debated, anyone knew 'em in life Who needs a pen and a sword Loaded gauge on the dashboard Pull it like a ripcord, they calling for the lord And best believe it, I don't blame 'em When they dead guy come calling, best not to entertain 'em Ayo my nickname Sir Smoke-A-Lot Smoke a lot of that potent pot Chill with he who grow the crops Weed be looking like Photoshop Need a Dutchie, hit the store Zip or more what I always cop I'll blow my top if you try to give me, shake just like a soda pop (Say what?) Blazed up, ate the crumble, caked up Grade A-Buds and a Dutch Fucked up like a pay cut On couch lock I can't budge Smell it but they can't touch Haze and wax, I blaze it fast Stay on track like a train does Graduated from murder high, I'm educated And I show up to murders high pre-medicated Stole your weed and stashed it in my fat rolls I'm an axe hole, I ate all o' ya casserole I'm a dick, that's the point, fuck you gonna do? I'll smoke ya whole joint and eat the roach in front of you And that's for damn sure, y'all don't want to smoke You'll get cancer, hole in your throat Me and my dawgs, callin' out fakers like Wizard of Oz Hit a few licks, then I get fucked up, you pussies bore me, pssh, yawn Better be gone the minute I roll up unless all y'all wanna brawl I got bitches down to throw hands to Khamala Khan, it's on Boy I'm more connected than the MCU Pill bottles just like me 'cause they empty too Senzu beans, they get me in the best of moods A flight of stairs will the only thing you're stepping to I smoke weed in excessive amounts, you know 'Cause the world constantly stressing me out, let's go Reminding everybody what we about they know We smoke in the lungs and words out the mouth so Bars to the beat for love and not the clout though It's all heat, not even Thomas' doubt bro Anonymous keyboard killers and born trolls Better check your nuts and hard drives, they don't want smoke I don't smoke but my pistol is red-hot Black Talons in the clip, a pearl grip and a red dot You still wanna trip? Well let's see when the lead drop Best button up ya lip or get hit with the headshot 'Cause you don't want it with a ninja Bitch, I am battle cat and you are Cringer Lit you up like a blunt and pass your ass to Jesus Sorry 'bout your luck, sad you had to leave us What up family? Let me hop in rotation Enormous smoke clouds form from the pot that we blazin' In a house of a thousand corpses getting wasted With Doctor Satan, smoke weed like it's my occupation The flower bring me back, reincarnation Bound to pass a pound of grass (Now what in the tarnation is going on here?) It's another one, MNE we troublesome Here to chief hash, kick ass and chew bubblegum, what? (Hellhouse in this bitch) Ay, it's OTH, yeah, yeah When I'm high don't be fuckin' with my vibes 'Cause when I'm on my way down Might fuck a round and end your life You're at the top of my queue, and now I'm on my way through And if I see you, you're headed for the ICU Yeah and that is no joke Naw, when I'm coming for you there's no hope Ay, I promise you, you ain't want no smoke 'Cause if I get provoked then your legs get broke, bitch Y'all don't want it 'cause I got the smoke, it drop you to the flow You might wanna watch your intake, prolly something you should know Highly medicated all the motherfuckin' time Smellin' like dispensaries when I be walkin' by Glob mob hookin' up the sticky Flower from the W, it's lookin' real pretty Locs always on but you know my eyes bleed And I stay strapped with a Twiztid wrap for rollin' up my weed Tom Brady couldn't play me at all Even when I'm too high smokin' with Jamie and Paul We in the war room plannin' out a crazy assault Mothafuckas only hate it 'cause their ladies in awe We pepper stompin', ain't no boo-boo in these wicked wraps We never stoppin' makin' beaucoup cheddar biscuit stacks Somebody pass me an axe that I can stick in backs Even with this sickness mask, I'm still spittin' facts It's James, it's James