Oblique Brown - Smoke & Mirrors lyrics

[Verse 1] I give a f** who's who on your whose who list I turn whose who to who's dude quick Their music's a nuisance, acoustics I choose I use as nooses, Cross reference the truth spit Music biz is the new crucifix For dudes with Messiah complexes tryin to test this Your god don't live here, keep him on your necklace Welcome to hell son, they got you on the guestlist Keep your Lexus, their investments your d**hwish Posthumous product means monstrous profit I'm live on arrival, ain't sponsored by morbid Corporate feedback, forfeit or ease back Maf**a Chee's back, to sow these seeds of drama Sending Rumsfeld sonograms of Osama Turn a phrase like Vanna with that switchblade grammar That monogrammed 'b**hmade' on ya suede bomber [Hook] Baffle 'em with brilliance or dazzle 'em with bullsh** This music: you either fight, f** or dream to it Baffle 'em with brillianc or dazzle 'em with bullsh** Elevate, they treat it like elevator music Baffle 'em with brilliance or dazzle 'em with bullsh** This music: you either fight, f** or dream to it [Verse 2] Drink wet cement, mixed with hot tar So everything I spit's concrete, dog I rock hard Drop bars, fortified with a barbed wire Hard wired to wreck sh**, leave you disconnected Indie rap reflex and knee jerk response is Like "Chee's work is conscious" cause these herbs is nonsense With bomb threats and triggers, pawn s** and scripture This verse: a still image of a moving picture Scrimmage with dudes in rooms doomed with liquor With sobering thoughts, my lyrics shall purge you Scotch bottles ain't a proper prism to view my work through Serve you whoever, circa any era Terror dome poems, homes my brain is a moshpit I'm straight up and down like 6 on the clock is Yall do it backwards, got sh** on ya co*k's tip Go around ya clique, I surround them quick Then fart in ya ear so you can hear the sound of sh** [Hook] Baffle 'em with brilliance or dazzle 'em with bullsh** This music: you either fight, f** or dream to it Baffle 'em with brillianc or dazzle 'em with bullsh** Elevate, they treat it like elevator music Baffle 'em with brilliance or dazzle 'em with bullsh** This music: you either fight, f** or dream to it [Verse 3] They say 'Have flow will travel", vocals forged From iron ore transformed to 44 steel barrels Spill gravel, pavin' a path for cats To travel if I hear a rapper say he wanna battle Slay ya cattle, skin 'em, hang 'em as draperies You signed to a major, welcome to chattel slavery Your rap's void of factoids, it's all make believe You swallowing semen (sea men) like choppy sea's do naval fleets Pappy please, you the face behind Maybeline Chee's the abrasive face these racists deem Sand n***a f**! Son I'm sand paper rough I scrub till it chafes then I scrape up the dust Place it on tapes till it makes me a buck Embracing my placement, this place is a rut Stuck between, rap, a rock and a hard place No jobs, just wars, so f** ya God's grace