Telemakus - Marlboro lyrics

Verse 1 : Puff puff, nothing but cigarettes and matches Nice strums!, 'Makus instruments' got me bragging Quasi taught me Microphone Mathematics In case I spit too much acid (ugh) I'm stuck in a labyrinth These rhymes help me find my through all these caskets Skeletons, I'm scalin' tones, you monotone Poetic sh** got me spittin' more than Lisa Zemo You try'nna find inspiration from lettin' trees blow I got sick flow, wishin' you cold You trippin, you can have that title slick This heat makin' my rhymes ceramic Ain't gotta try if you got mechanics Verse 2: Ex-hale, the bullsh** They say, let me ride this wave Knowing with love and hate Mind locked up through bars And reality comes up as if they're glimpses packed with a big message I'm one of the triplets To lead the pack Let the nicotine patch Cause people be second hand smoking like mal-ware Marlboro'd hands to write the sickest raps So they end up with f**ed up lungs f**ed up d**, catch my bro With co*ked shotguns One click he hunts with blunts Ain't no doubles, I'm stuntin' harder than the thrashers I'll never stop sh**tin' on these rappers Lord, be giving strikes with his pamper So God forgive me? I never smoked so much before Rolling to be blunt is so hard, Yes Lawd! Now, I got your hands twitching from these guitar chords (Where .Paak at?) Transition : Now you wanna smoke I do Well here you go (uh Thank you bro) 2x Verse 1 : I hope you get lung cancer The time you'll make it as a rapper Then I'll steal your swagger And only let you eat papaya That fruit? Cause it battles cancer As you struggle breaths, you battle meth Lack of matter and d**h? Will be your battle, rapper Melt your grammies and pop your xannies labeled granny cause the maid cleaned your sh** after With laughter, I'm skating while protecting myself with these shells. (What the hell?) Popo coming at my house with no warrant letter When someone rattin, I'mma call Shredder Saved by the Bell, Tyler Let me borrow Slater To acknowledge haters They want a specific sound to support me later, (nah) f** y'all and f** me for falling for it His rhymes are so morbid He probably got extorted to entertain us immortals? Nah Your music ain't that worthy to get paid a couple of quarters. (Ha!) Outro: I'll write those to your journal to your burial I'm checking tags on all y'alls brands Y'all got serials? The youngest leader Who's got no features? They probably scared to compete with this creature (sh**) f** em all! I'mma take a breather