SMOKE

Ain’t no honor in the game no more

Since they killed Trayvon, shit ain’t been the same more

Sacrificial lamb, it opened portals till there ain’t no more

Visits from the damned

See I don’t even want the fame no more

Too many wicked man

Had to cross the burning sands

Fire in my hands

Like Sakruhjima in Japan

I get as lethal as you can

Not too many understand

The pressure it demands

To match the evil of the klan

I’m tryna free my fellow man

Just like Egypt

They try lock us Negus in the slam

'Til a man named Moses parted seas with a staff

Then was brought back as Kenobe part you **** wit the craft

And when the spirit taking over spark you **** with the wrath

My man hit my line and said, my **** what’s the plan?

At first we need they trust that mean we gotta build a brand (what’s that)

Playing on the internet and posting on the gram (why)

If the machine think we safe, they gon treat us like we fam (ok)

They gon' spread us to the fans, putting power in our hands ( ok)

Then it’s like the spook, we flip the switch on **** fast

Build militias in the trap

Just like MOVE did we strapped

Yelling MOVE bitch we Black

This some new shit attack!