King Kashmere - Smoke Lingers Always lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Yo Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha It's for the workers, It's for the grinders It's for the workers, It's for the grinders It's what (what, what, what, what) [Chorus] (x2) Smoke lingers always, out in my hallways Grinding for all days, for life it ain't small change Brain fried it's sauteed, f** crime and court cases Buss rhyme, make more paper, balling off tour wages [Verse 1: Fliptrix] All I'm doing's working, all I'm doing's grinding All I'm doing's hauling, f** what the time is Now I'm on tour again, piffing out the hotel Towels by the door again No smoking sign, staring at 'em and ignoring 'em Four in the morn, I got the draw to floor all of them (jesus) Plotting like a Caucasian ornament I orchestrate the ornate performances And raise your vibe like the choruses While you're flapping like horses lips Record the awesomeness I call the source, 'cause the piff price extortionate Gang lords, draw your swords, I'm ignoring it, I'm bored of it All this war talk, I ain't applauding it, I play to win though With or without a tournament , bingo! That's Niabingy limited edish, that's my lingo But it's likely you won't really get that like an in-joke Got girls' legs akimbo, that's personal like digits to my pin code Burglars done tip toe to your window Then flipped over, nicked loads of sh** in your yard You got parred, that is simple Makes you wanna go down the pub and order 10 pints and then sink those That's just life, that's how this sh** goes - down, f** a shrink, bro They ain't gonna diagnose me with symptoms and give me a syndrome I'm out here like soles on the street but no plimsolls I ain't gonna wear that sh**, that's bait like some gimp clothes Delinquents indulge in d**, pubs and bimbos Then fall down the sink hole, get flushed through the system and end up in limbo [Chorus] (x2) Smoke lingers always, out in my hallways Grinding for all days, for life it ain't small change Brain fried Its Sauteed, f** crime and court cases Bust rhyme, make more paper, balling off tour wages [Verse 2: King Kashmere] All I do is work it, all I do is rhyme, bro All I do is merk sh**, all I do is rhyme slow Inhale, exhale, blow the smoke out Drink ale, dead whales are getting thrown out Zoned out, run like a yappy, I got the phone out Phone it in, last [?] toke, hold it in Folding in to the fifth dimension, and home again If you're a hater, you can go and spin Sixteen treacherous years in the game, I'm still going in Unholy grin, while they're falling like bowling pins It's all love though, we're doing it for the love though They're doing it for the love of the dough, as love runs cold, it's old How many souls were sold and swallowed whole? How many hollowed the soul to follow gold? We keep it elevating, resonating while the puppets stay hella basic For ever dated, my mother worked so hard, it broke her back See, if you use your eyes, you'll never see me holding gats I rather grind hard for the fam and bring her greater joy the choppers mightier than a slap Ask the nature, boy, so make some noise, we're smashing it like paper, boy Look at these media l's making toys Hold your head, know the leds, fold your legs Connect with the stars that's overhead I'm representing blowing smoke in the sky Open your eyes, do you even know if you're alive? Over ill, I know the deal, my rap name should be Bulgur Mill [Chorus] (x2) Smoke lingers always, out in my hallways Grinding for all days, for life it ain't small change Brain fried Its Sauteed, f** crime and court cases Buss rhyme, make more paper, balling off tour wages