Lyrics No Smoke - Twiztid

No Smoke

Please don’t come near with the powder lookin for mirrors
Get outta go disappear gotta lotta smoke up in here
I’m not a boat but I feel like everybody is on a pier
An they’re just watching as I float an their hopin to commandeer
What I smoke believe me it’s outta this atmosphere
Not a joke like the shit y’all token from what I hear
Got the potion wrapped up in a paper I’m bout to smoke
It all now an 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 hit like pow they’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 or sword
Loaded gauge on the dashboard
Pull it like a ripcord
They calling for the lord
An 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 8th of 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 ya weed stashed it in my fat rolls
I’m an axe hole ate all ya casserole
Ima dick that’s the point fuck you gonna do
I’ll smoke ya whole joint and eat the roach in front of you
An that’s for damn sure y’all don’t want the smoke
You’ll get canned sir hole in ya throat
Me and dawgs, callin out fakers like wizard of Oz
Hit a few licks, then I get fucked up, you pussies bore me, psh 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 then the mcu
Pill bottles just like me cause they empty too
Senzu beanz, get me in the best of moods
A flight of a stairs will the only thang u stepping to
I smoke weed in excessive amounts ya 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 tho
It’s all heat not even Thomas’s doubt bro
Anonymous keyboard killers and born trolls
Better check ya nuts and ya hard drives they don’t want smoke!
I don’t smoke but my pistol is red hot
Black Talons in tha clip a pearl grip and a red dot
You still wanna trip well let’s see when tha lead drop
Best button up ya lip or get hit with tha head shot
Cause you don’t want it with ninja
Bitch I am battle cat and you are Cringer
Lit ya up like a blunt and pass yo ass to Jesus
Sorry bout ya luck sad ya had to leave us
Whudup family?
Let me hop in rotation
Enormous smoke clouds form from the pot that we blazin
In a house of a 1000 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
When I’m high don’t be fuckin with my vibes
Cause when I’m on the way down might fuck a round and end your life
You’re at the top of my queue an now I’m on my way through
And if I see you you’re headed for the I C U
Yeah and that is no joke
Naw, when I’m coming for you there’s no hope
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 mutha fuckin' 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 wit 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 on me hatin cuz they ladys in awe
We pepper stompin ain’t no boo boo in these wicked wraps
We never stoppin makin boo coo cheddar biscuit stacks
Somebody pass me an axe that I can stick in backs
Even with this sickness mask I’m still spitting facts
It’s James