Zedz - Smoke

Yeah, all kinds of smoke
I crumble big buds when I'm alone
I won't link bro's bro, I don't like the bloke
Bare questions, like he's got the right to know
Got bare bars written inside my notes
And I won't stop spitting til I'm a pro
I was stuck in a hole, then I climbed the rope
And ain't nobody fucking with the hype I hold
I'm a barrer, never been the type to choke
I got veterans saying that they like my flows
If I clash anyone, it's a one off, spin him and
Run off, I ain't got time to gloat
Like sorry my bro, it's time to go
Got things to do, wouldn't you like to know?
When it comes to my time, it's like I'm old
I want full control like the sky remote
Anyone want smoke, they can hold that
Licked off quickly, hit with the blow back
Bro said, Zedz man, go and get your own back
Show them what you been through and don't hold back
Yeah, ya know that
Write bars down in my note pad
Seen good people go bad
I seen a lot of mad things and it's so sad
I go mad
Then I cheer up have a smoke up
Slept through a few years, but then I woke up
Me and my old lifestyle just broke up
It's wisdom that I'm tryna soak up
Can't stress about the past or I'll go nuts
No filler bars, my verses are robust
Hole in the middle of my heart, like a donut
It's so fucked
But I keep smiling anyway
Won't let negative energy penetrate
Because these times, I'm in a better state
5 foot 8 but I'm still a heavyweight
I was stuck in a cage like MMA
Christmas season, I won't decorate
Swear I feel too stressed to celebrate
Wait, let me refresh
Smoke flavours like Reece West
Dont care for the he says, she says
I do me, so I won't have regrets
I do me, bruv
Like to get high on sativas
I'll spin man like a ride on the teacups
You can get dry roasted like peanuts
Smoke, spiritual or lyrical
I got the time for it, I'm a wicked individual
Most MC's just ain't got the minerals
I was young listening to Ghetts and Griminal
Been jail, but don't call me a criminal
Do music and I wanna see the pinnacle
Nah man, don't ever wanna be your typical
MC, it takes practice not a miracle
MC's tell stories, mythical
Put me in a room with the rest and I'll spin them all
Hundred percent of my bars are literal
Gas on the track, keep that to a minimal
Worst pain I've been through weren't physical
I'd like to think now, that I ain't still a fool
Smoke too much and I can be cynical
Might be a prick, but at least I'm original
Always been different
Didn't wanna be no part of their system
Green and white on me like Lisbon
Smoking, thinking, might seem distant
Might seem occupied
But there ain't one thing I got to hide
Been sad, but I don't stop to cry
Spit facts cos Mum said not to lie
I move mad with the pen, it's a joke
Lord of the mics with I? There's no hope
For you, I'll cruise over you, til you're broke
If I ever hear a send for me, I'm on smoke
There's the lyrical kind and the medical kind
Yeah, trust me, all kinds of smoke
Cookies, haze, all types of grade
All kinds of flavours, all kinds of smoke
Zedz

Written by:
Zack Fallon

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