Shlohmo - Emerge From Smoke Lyrics

Shlohmo - Emerge From Smoke Lyrics

Emerge From Smoke Lyrics - Shlohmo

I told 'em straight, drop this an' zip lock that

Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap

I remember nights, I didn't remember nights

I damn near went crazy, had to get it right

Now I'm ya favorite rapper's favorite rapper

Now I'm ya favorite trapper's favorite trapper

The absolute truth, yeah, I'm no joke

Who me? I emerge from the crack smoked

In the hearts of those who grind with O's

They feel my pain, they at my shows

That's why I got this glass pot an' this triple bean

I tell 'em 'Money Talks' like Charlie Sheen

These are more than words, this is more than rap

This is the streets an' I am the trap

Standing ovation, standing ovation

These are more than words, this is more than rap

This is the streets an' I am the trap

Standing ovation, standing ovation

Once upon a time, I used to grind all night

With that residue that was iPod white

I'm a boss, I got Juice like the magazine

An' everyday I see Feds like a magazine

Psychopathic wordplay, schizophrenic flow

I guess it's safe to say I got schizophrenic dough

Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts

Who am I to tell ya different? Ya only live once

All I blow is Kush, yeah, that Cali bud

Got Cali love when I got that Cali plug

My Spanish bitch in L.A., yeah, I owe her one

Not them square seventeen like Uncle Brady's son

These are more than words, this is more than rap

This is the streets an' I am the trap

Standing ovation, standing ovation

These are more than words, this is more than rap

This is the streets an' I am the trap

Standing ovation, standing ovation

My brains pulse through my veins, man, I can't understand it

Infatuation with the birds, I watch Animal Planet

My life's a motion picture in Dolby Digital

Tree raiser an' the scale, it was digital

Calculate my every step, I'm a mathematician

Make them pigeons disappear, I'm a damn magician

A 40 cal, rubber bands an' a shoe box

Run through a hundred grand watchin' [Incomprehensible]

Got it by the truckload like the bread people

I got a 'Sixth Sense', I stack dead people

I'm talkin' Grants an' Jacksons

Swear, it took a whole hour just to count the Jacksons

These are more than words, this is more than rap

This is the streets an' I am the trap

Standing ovation, standing ovation

These are more than words, this is more than rap

This is the streets an' I am the trap

Standing ovation, standing ovation

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