Blowin' Smike

                                  "Meanwhile, in another part of the town"

I got a suicide squeeze on the trigger

Hit you like a swig of 100 proof hard liquor

The Minister gotta fade ya like a record, I'ma play ya

Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor

Deliver like a mailman, slide into your crib-o

Rather have a limo than your bullshit demo

Things are risin' up like a 40 inch vertical

Heard you pull wreck, but I run you in a circle

Flowin' out my voice like a dummy and ventriloquist

Hookin' up lingo, study like a linguist

Stickin' rhymes, yeah, I'm movin' like a drifter

Your rhymes are worn like an old man's slippers

Used to have a seizure still edgin' up my gold teeth

Headin' down you to go with Rich and get some protein

I'm giving bones so you're chokin'

I get biz every time I blow smoke and



{Biz Markie}

(Can you feel it)

Blowin' smoke, bee



{L.L. Cool J}

(Woof, now you're cut loose)



Rip off the hand, open up your ears, listen

Got a fat joint, just peep it while you're sippin'

Bringin' on beats, keep you movin' till your neck snaps

Got the greenbacks like skins with the big racks

On a hit streak like Joe, Joe Di Maggio

Take you to the limit every time that I gas a hoe

Say what you want to, say the minister's oblivious

Dropped dead weight, yo, now it's time to get with this

Rip the micro, torch ya like a pyro

Toss ya in the trash like a horse meat gyro

I won't front, let you know that I'm packin'

Check up on the wall the gold records that we stackin'

You're kinda young like a tight suede jacket

Ain't a crooked thief but I mess with the racket

Breakin' down on a break Daddy Rich broke

The wax spins round, I blow smoke



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Blow smoke up your ass like a manager

Hotel bar butter smooth while I'm havin' ya

Soundin' kinda crisp like a portable DAT, y'all

Heads swell settin' up for the big fall

Hittin up heads like a barber with the clipper

Hip-house hip, yo, but I got somethin' hipper

Swingin' like McGillah, fill a pocket full of currency

To be or not to be, that is Shakespeare tragedy

Handle like ??? shootin' like a pistol

Pack it like a heavey by the name of Travis Bickle

Blowin' like the Bad Wolf, send you to the cheap seats

DJ Daddy Rich, he got the mad beats

Keep it in the gutter, so you can't be mad at me

Listenin' to 45s of Cannonball Adderley

Ain't the dancin' fool, I don't jest, I don't joke

I just grip on a steel and blow smoke



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