SMO - Bars From Mars lyrics

[Intro] Uh!! ehm!! Let it breathe Ro-Ro, Ro-Ro, Ro-Ro-Ro-Ro-Roger!!!! S to the M.O, S to the M.O, S to the [Verse 1: S.M.O] See my mind be on another planet, want my wishes granted A walking dead smoking trees with the gods ain't it? I'm mohammed ain't it?, got you dancing ain't it? Winning all of a sudden ( all over saturn ) like we f**ing planned it ( like we f**ing planet ) Lay my thoughts on a pendulum swinging back and forth Till my brain cells spinning, and they're spinning Write these bars on the sheet, lay these chords on the beat Let you know of the kinda realm that i'm living in Imagine you're the devil reading the bible to a priest Imagine you're a baby speaking some proverbs to a chief Trick or treat, i might as well need a beat, for these thoughts, mahn i bleed And these words, mahn i lead. These verses that i preach Feel the wrath of a beast We're in it for the moment mahn the moment is what we seek A mayan back from the dark ages to change science and You don't need no f**ing education to read the signs. (repeat 2x) Smo! Uhh! Ro-Ro, Ro-Ro, Ro-Ro-Ro-Ro-Roger!!! [Verse 2: S.M.O] n***as asking why smo ain't jumped on this sh** yet Mahn i was waiting to go in hard my n***a this sh** wet The competition is not an issue chaley keep your bet I'm here to break your neck Chaley i "flow" like i just spelt "wolf" backwards, Wo!! Chilling in the spot where you once was ho Heading for your spot, say your last words Flow to put a n***a head where his back was Its pandemonium on em in the morning when smo's on em Call em and then warn em or tomorrow mahn the wolves on em Put it on em, Biggie type of flows, more problems Put it on em, the boy lay techs (latex) no condoms Thought it was on key, no alicia Words cutting deeper like a dart when it hit ya Perfect picture, i'm perfectly in the picture I'm heaven sent and i'm cold (cole), keyshia Keyshia cole - heaven sent get the picture I'm loading all these bars for a hit like a pitcher, let it diss ya! Throw these flamy bars in the switcher, let it hit ya! I'm heading for your spot, better drink up You got it locked, well i smash all doors and the Flow is on key, mahn i rap in chords And the booth feels honored when i record Like a "drawer" spelt backwards thats my "reward". uhh!! Birthday bars, watch me take these rappers (wrappers) Out like some birthday cards And your idol gimmie props, mahn i earned them all I be reaching for dem numbers like an urgent call Your girl loves to see me lead (loves the simile) Thats what i met her for (metaphor), i'm a carnivore with a Deadly force, k**ing in my boulevard Mahn its war when i roar, don't get involved You rappers diss and take it back like a rented car. Uhh!! Cuff your broad, i dey aim for your chick when i'm in the club She takes a kiss to the cheeks then we hit the floor Its like i dey another country, i'm in a broad (abroad) Ha!! S.M.O!!!