Daniel Son (MC) - Smell The Fumes lyrics

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Daniel Son (MC) - Smell The Fumes lyrics

[Sample] I'm not gonna pay Oh yeah? I'm serious No, serious is what happens if you don't pay, by my hand You got a reputation for maturity And it's not gonna be improved by not paying the tributes the acting boss demands of you Acting boss, my a** Tone, come on, everyone knows you really run things Since Jackie became the kemosabe (laughs) Open the f**in door Open the f**in door! [Verse 1] Why you talking when you not established? 79 Lakers, cause it's the year that we got the Magic Since the first time I shot a basket My threads sewn with the proper fabric Stash the automatic Pa** the herbs, let me drift away I'm a different space Calculating what risks to take Hit the boss, send the team into disarray The people wanna hold you down That's how the system's made We up late cause we never rest Street scholars, we the cleverest More than 10 percent Moves thats made, never second guess If you tryin to be a hero Catch 3 through your sweater vest Take advantage of free health care Get a mill, hit Brazil, build a house there Cla**ic styles like the Montclair Leathers on the couch, rare We cookin up downstairs [Hook x2] We cookin up, you can smell the fumes Feel the aroma as it fill the room Mix it with a silver spoon This the life of the chemist Sights of the terrace Back and forth flights into Paris [Verse 2] Your girl hit me like come through So I hopped in somethin new Seen a fiend missing his front tooth I hit him with some change A couple dollars, a one two Move like the moon that shine through the sunroof Wintertime, and we ran the summer Doin numbers with my dude Escobar's uncle He got the Spanish mother Yo we move like a band of brothers Disrespect and the shots from the cannon stutter The smell of d**h is in the air Buckets do the 100 meter dash to the welfare Signs at the hole in the wall saying we sell here I don't fear when the drought's near [Hook x2] We cookin up, you can smell the fumes Feel the aroma as it fill the room Mix it with a silver spoon This the life of the chemist Sights of the terrace Back and forth flights into Paris