SMITH.b - Holup (feat. Roxch) Lyrics

If an unknown hits my flip phone then I gotta make em scram
Throw em off the scent and answer (Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam)
And when I kick it baby you can see the imprint
My paragraphs never ending, miss me with that indent
M's get ctrl C'd and V'd
CC me your CV to see my CD
And if you're worthy you may get a copy
I make WMDs from WAVs
MP3s or FLACs
With ease I'll obliterate Doo Doo MCs
They salty, full of MSG just cause I'm the MVP
Keeping it blunt like Emily, kicking it got a penalty
It's a me, get to stomping down
Jittery kid can't hold me now
Holding the keys I'll lock you out
Rolling the leaves and light the loud
You can't keep me in a box, that's MGS
Cause I'm stealthy to see my steez need EMF
And when life gets to handing out the heavy stress
I pen a verse to send any beat straight to EMS
I got what you need like CVS
See me with the heat get a big bang like CBS

Pull up to the scene like "Bitch I'm winnin!"
All black coup, no top, stealin it
All black guts, black window tinted
And them black laced chucks, whip match my fitted

The nimble whisper snapper, swinging broken wiffle bats at
Windows of the bastards with flags of the Confederate
Etiquette taught relentless is slipping over the dome again
Chromasomes stay wired, no change in the extended hand
Stick his nose in the piss and turn around to go again
Villainous but clumsy like it's all part of my master plan
Don't overplay your hand, got a 9 taped to the ceiling fan
Circle strafing like I'm serious sam
Clack blam, left mouse click to the dome piece
And the F key leaves heads resembling raw meat
Perfection, my weaponry is exemplary
Pull up in a Lexus candy paint look like confectionery
Work the beat like AP, Steady biting off AB
Change the suffix of the year from AD to After Me
Im cold like AC, sometimes shocking like DC
Daily blowing trees and the grades still reading A's and B's
45 APC, that's me on the APB
Speeding down route 60 in the M3
Color spaghetti, shit can get messy
I ain't a killer but don't test me

Pull up to the scene like "Bitch I'm winnin!"
All black coup, no top, stealin it
All black guts, black window tinted
And them black laced chucks, whip match my fitted
Unh, I'm in that all black filling
Unh, I'm in that all black filling
I'm in that all black filling
Chillin' in the club, starin' at a black ceiling

Unh, I'm in that all black filling
Unh, I'm in that all black filling
I'm in that all black filling
Chillin' in the club, starin' at a black ceiling