Smoke Like A Fire

Dresses up like the Joker

Ready for a good night

Happy on the handlebars of a push bike

(What it look like)

It look's like the Wu's in this

And I'm about to blow this booth to bits

So buckle up, click clack front and back

I'm on point bi*ch

They'll never win against a double headed coin flip

Spitting pictures with the RZA, howling

All the way from Syd city to Shaolin

The King Kong chief chonga

big bonger, beat bomber

Double barrel cone puncher, bone crusher

The stone chucker with devils in his eyes

I can't tell if this is hell, or heaven in disguise

Either way I'm 'a spit rounds of dope shit

I even taught bliss how to smoke, bitch

So why so serious?

Puts your fist in the air for this hydro lyricist

Smoke like a fire, drink like a fish

Hope when I'm broke, Think like I'm rich

I had a nightmare, that I slept for lightyear

A thousand tracks was going in my right ear

Then I found myself trapped in a circle

With Eso and Bliss puffing on that purple bong

You trapped me in the closet like my girls shoe

Hip-hop done changed the whole worlds view

I mighty like Joe Young, my son carries a blow gun

We roam like we're chased by the Shogun

Lou Pine, wolf and cub, plastic

lying flat on my rug

This is the microphone bullying boy

Don't try to strike me

It's Crooklyn, do the right thing like Spike Lee

For real, Once I get a puff on that ill

I get wild like Uma trying to Kill Bill

Smoke like a fire, drink like a fish

Hope when I'm broke, Think like I'm rich

Deep in the woods, out in a lonely cabin

Chronic capsule flying on my Doshja dragon

The chameleon holographic craft

Bought a bag of hash for an automatic blast

Beam me up Scotty, I'm ascending to the stars

Catch me with the Abbot

Where I'm tending to my gardens

Running on air through the night till the morning

Flying colours like killer bee's swarming

Buzzing through to BnE town Sydney

Spot my smoke signal out my greenhouse chimmney

You'll see in every village,

Mary comes to meet us

State to state

another brother bearing bud to greet us

When we roll through hear us rock all the bells

And I told you it's beer o clock all is well

So let's all this good reefer