Smoke Lingers Always

Yo, Yo
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
It's for the workers, It's for the grinders
It's for the workers, It's for the grinders
It's what (what, what, what, what)

Smoke lingers always, out in my hallways
Grinding for all days, for life it ain't small change
Brain fried it's sauteed, fuck crime and court cases
Buss rhyme, make more paper, balling off tour wages

All I'm doing's working, all I'm doing's grinding
All I'm doing's hauling, fuck what the time is
Now I'm on tour again, piffing out the hotel
Towels by the door again
No smoking sign, staring at 'em and ignoring 'em
Four in the morn, I got the draw to floor all of them (jesus)
Plotting like a Caucasian ornament
I orchestrate the ornate performances
And raise your vibe like the choruses
While you're flapping like horses lips
Record the awesomeness
I call the source, 'cause the piff price extortionate
Gang lords, draw your swords, I'm ignoring it, I'm bored of it
All this war talk, I ain't applauding it, I play to win though
With or without a tournament, bingo!
That's Niabingy limited edish, that's my lingo
But it's likely you won't really get that like an in-joke
Got girls' legs akimbo, that's personal like digits to my pin code
Burglars done tip toe to your window
Then flipped over, nicked loads of shit in your yard
You got parred, that is simple
Makes you wanna go down the pub and order 10 pints and then sink those
That's just life, that's how this shit goes - down, fuck a shrink, bro
They ain't gonna diagnose me with symptoms and give me a syndrome
I'm out here like soles on the street but no plimsolls
I ain't gonna wear that shit, that's bait like some gimp clothes
Delinquents indulge in drugs, pubs and bimbos
Then fall down the sink hole, get flushed through the system and end up in limbo

Smoke lingers always, out in my hallways
Grinding for all days, for life it ain't small change
Brain fried Its Sauteed, fuck crime and court cases
Bust rhyme, make more paper, balling off tour wages

All I do is work it, all I do is rhyme, bro
All I do is merk shit, all I do is rhyme slow
Inhale, exhale, blow the smoke out
Drink ale, dead whales are getting thrown out
Zoned out, run like a yappy, I got the phone out
Phone it in, last [?] toke, hold it in
Folding in to the fifth dimension, and home again
If you're a hater, you can go and spin
Sixteen treacherous years in the game, I'm still going in
Unholy grin, while they're falling like bowling pins
It's all love though, we're doing it for the love though
They're doing it for the love of the dough, as love runs cold, it's old
How many souls were sold and swallowed whole?
How many hollowed the soul to follow gold?
We keep it elevating, resonating while the puppets stay hella basic
For ever dated, my mother worked so hard, it broke her back
See, if you use your eyes, you'll never see me holding gats
I rather grind hard for the fam and bring her greater joy the choppers mightier than a slap
Ask the nature, boy, so make some noise, we're smashing it like paper, boy
Look at these media l's making toys
Hold your head, know the leds, fold your legs
Connect with the stars that's overhead
I'm representing blowing smoke in the sky
Open your eyes, do you even know if you're alive?
Over ill, I know the deal, my rap name should be Bulgur Mill

Smoke lingers always, out in my hallways
Grinding for all days, for life it ain't small change
Brain fried Its Sauteed, fuck crime and court cases
Buss rhyme, make more paper, balling off tour wages