Aisha Sekhmet - Smoke A Pound lyrics

[Verse 1] Baptized in homicidal third eye visions Skeletons slip in a wasteland prison of rage Blind by the life we given Grinding, relying on a clip and the gauge n***as need nuts on they chin to help ‘em f** you and your album shout out to Malcolm X Revolutionary hearts connect Filthy rich and b**h I'm next f** it hang a million n***as in public Federal dope slangin Pentagon puppets Whoever in the sky spitting down and cursing us Dropped off a long way from home No mercy they drill n***as no bother sh**ting on the grave of the white forefather ghosts Drugs they help the most, get high Dream of blood, don't overdose Repeat the past, fast forward, rewind it Sentiments for n***as broke no bail bonding Give a fake b**h the game and they gas it Nuclear abusive ba*tards Switch lanes on a ho, money for the madness [Hook] Smoke a pound f**in with the science of sound Smoke a pound f**in with the science of sound Smoke a pound f**in with the science of sound Chiefin leaf with the priestess Smoke a pound f**in with the science of sound Smoke a pound f**in with the science of sound Smoke a pound f**in with the science of sound [Verse 2] Never been nice to n***as my advice to n***as is Don't trust the b**h who bought your soul Funny how it all come together for gold And how it all break apart when the money go Money come quicker than the trends and the sh** we follow Give a dog a bone, a molly and a purple shake The black sphinx telling a riddle Crack it down the middle get inside the gate Sambo the fiddle ho first checkmate Baking soda, weight and a apron tied Pyramid gold in the pan surprise The hood know who the muffin man with pies is Gingerbread boy running catch him Flight from the red dot vengeance, hexing Retrospective unity and the gun Scare many motherf**ers knowledge to some Cake, cake, Arm & Hammer baking Got em hippy shaking with the Bic and a spoon Feed a motherf**er his doom- collect coins Dance like Diddy when the Second Line come Who got the keys to the city selling that pastry [Hook] [Verse 3] Sekhmet- She is I, and I am She Mouth full of gold hieroglyph spitter Unordinary k**er digging deep in your pockets Pressed for time ring the bell and teach the nine ball Now we got a reason and a season to co*k it Dope fiend naked in the house with no windows Look what the gla** dick done did to the n***as Snakes got venom in ‘em, squeeze the life out ‘cha But it still don't benefit nada We here till the d**h light up and get bent Capital is all we want but don't get Welcome to the next side of love and war A b**h played it raw and I remember surely Whatever I saw don't disappoint me Taught me how to pick apart the real from phony Can't wait to pick apart your skull and bones Blame society for the militant sh** I'm on [Hook] [Outro] Approaching a paradigm of field n***as You know I'm a trill n***a Paradigm of real n***as scaring ‘em Scaring ‘em Scaring 'em