Shlohmo - Emerge From Smoke lyrics

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Shlohmo - Emerge From Smoke lyrics

I told ‘em straight, drop this an’ zip lock that Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap I remember nights, I didn’t remember nights I damn near went crazy, had to get it right Now I’m ya favorite rapper’s favorite rapper Now I’m ya favorite trapper’s favorite trapper The absolute truth, yeah, I’m no joke Who me? I emerge from the crack smoked In the hearts of those who grind with O’s They feel my pain, they at my shows That’s why I got this gla** pot an’ this triple bean I tell ‘em ‘Money Talks’ like Charlie Sheen These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets an’ I am the trap Standing ovation, standing ovation These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets an’ I am the trap Standing ovation, standing ovation Once upon a time, I used to grind all night With that residue that was iPod white I’m a boss, I got Juice like the magazine An’ everyday I see Feds like a magazine Psychopathic wordplay, schizophrenic flow I guess it’s safe to say I got schizophrenic dough f** bad b**hes, smoke big blunts Who am I to tell ya different? Ya only live once All I blow is Kush, yeah, that Cali bud Got Cali love when I got that Cali plug My Spanish b**h in L.A., yeah, I owe her one Not them square seventeen like Uncle Brady’s son These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets an’ I am the trap Standing ovation, standing ovation These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets an’ I am the trap Standing ovation, standing ovation My brains pulse through my veins, man, I can’t understand it Infatuation with the birds, I watch Animal Planet My life’s a motion picture in Dolby Digital Tree raiser an’ the scale, it was digital Calculate my every step, I’m a mathematician Make them pigeons disappear, I’m a damn magician A 40 cal, rubber bands an’ a shoe box Run through a hundred grand watchin’ [Incomprehensible] Got it by the truckload like the bread people I got a ‘Sixth Sense’, I stack dead people I’m talkin’ Grants an’ Jacksons Swear, it took a whole hour just to count the Jacksons These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets an’ I am the trap Standing ovation, standing ovation These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets an’ I am the trap Standing ovation, standing ovation