Jamal J. - Smoke in the Air

So much smoke in this air
Weed in my pockets
Oil all in my hair, don't fake in front of this boy
I got my angels with me, defeated my demons with noise
For-real, I really did
And I paid with a sacrifice
I was insolvent, so this sack should suffice
And this ain't lice, these crackers just stay on my top
Leave them all with the maggots, cream of the crop in this rap game
This shit gonna get tragic setting this field ablaze
So much poetry to catch up with the potency, I try to get higher than lower frequencies
I like to stay in the city, that's where the Meezys be
Uptown to Southside
Smoking all of this weed, blow a ounce of this tree at every landmark
Innovation and intuition, that be the hallmark of my creation
In the beginning, was the word
And the word was, darkness
A black hole, and from the black hole came the light
And on the sixth day, man came

Written by:
Jamal Jaffa, Karamo Chilombo

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