T.K. KAVI - Smooth sh** (Prod. Ze) lyrics

[Verse 1: TK KAVI] Yo I can't give em facts cause reasons lost in they mind So the logical path is to pathologically lie And now we fightin again cause they ain't likin my friends And I'll never be their dream with a pipe in my hands But now I'm writin these jams so we can spread em all over The globe until ur soul is my soldier These posers blow and grow they damn noses This novice is prone to pone an expose em The flow is cold fresh squeezed flowda oj It goes down smooth no pulp in my domain Woah ... Status growin like rogain Suburban with skin bright white but no Croce I ole all the bull that they toss me So they give me cold shoulders like frosty They say I'll never get on the tele-vision I tell em I don't give a (seven words at 1:23) And When this ritz spits hes goin harder than a gay bar 6 feet high smokin bones in a graveyard Ur game has no clue mines in it to win it Who k**ed the beat it was kavi in the kitchen [Hook TK KAVI "NaS"] The beat don't lie when it says I abuse it The music is "smooth sh** that murderers move with" Airwaves sliced and diced cause my musics In tune with "smooth sh** that murderers move with" [Verse 2: TK KAVI] Ay yo How can I embrace this place that f**in hates me Just cause I take these beats and make em tasty I'm chasing a dream but get no respect Instead I just get pricks who say I need to get my skin checked I've been checked they claim that my brain has gone rotten I'mma make em bite my apple so they jaws'll stop droppin Cause I got a poison plot to make it snow white upon em It's The kid with spit thick as a hiphopapotamus An optimist I crush pests who say im thinkin mystic Cause I'm in my prime and tryin to make an imprint With my linguistics flow is so nit wit I want the whole pie no slice and no tid bits So I get ripped like paper mâché And save the day with a fifth of that tangle a ray I'm Hanco*k with the game of mj in the paint But the b**hes are prude and there's no way to play So when I find a place to haze I dip in like fat lips And Smash hits till marys cherry pops and then I ash it Then matt spits like a drunk wannabe bad b**h That while she's givin brain is probably thinkin bout her cla**es [Hook TK KAVI "NaS"] The beat don't lie when it says I abuse it The music is "smooth sh** that murderers move with" Airwaves sliced and diced cause my musics In tune with "smooth sh** that murderers move with" [Verse 3: NaS "TK KAVI"] Spit spit spit spit the flem on the street I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me And the nikes on my feet makes my cypher complete I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for "Dead f**ing presidents to represent me"