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smoking gun - jaron ikner lyrics

elevated in the clouds
making mama proud
watching haters with the doubt
always talking loud
flow like water hoses
jesus with the martyr poses
biblical scriptures that’s what i start my shows with
we are the chosen
and for some, that’s hard to roll with
because they learned that th*rns always come with roses
turning pages like a closed a chapter
while i move the hands of time like the morning after
stillborn under the sun right before the rapture
watch my words on the screen before i close the captions
kung fu with the grip when i go to action
n*ggas yelling on my screen with their poor reactions
we do it for the faction, that’s just a fact man
it’s not a game they chasing ghosts, playing pacman
casting dreams from my genesis
became my own nemesis
an enemy of state
with a remedy for fate
alegbra teachers saying i’ll never be great
that’s because i was smoking weed and always running late
ain’t nothing change, smoke weed and make own time
n*ggas still trying to figure out how i won’t die
you can never k!ll a legend, you can only k!ll the body
they moving sharper with the edge but it’s really looking choppy
forever godly, that’s why they can never stop me
cuz if they strike me down it will only make a copy
i put the gun to my ego, the pen to paper
my money where my mouth is when i’m smoking on the vapor
head in the clouds, 10 toes to the ground
and we always staying up when the sh*t is going down

i put the gun to my ego, the pen to paper
my money where my mouth is when i’m smoking on the vapor
head in the clouds, 10 toes to the ground
and we always staying up when the sh*t is going down

chosen ones
phoenix rising
frozen suns
raising funds
money talks
raising guns
walter lee
a raisin in the sun
made to run
amazing grace
amazing race
it’s just a game to some
masonaries
on a mission
making money
while we making none
the mental of the men
matter less
so now we taking some
b*tches breaking bad
we breaking bread
but we making crumbs
so we scr*ping plates
while making tapes
just a rule a thumb
yeah we hear the talking
with no movement
you just looking dumb
how you carry weight
when you heavy
looking like a thumb
how you real estate
when streets think you are a bum
never swallow what they biting
they spitting like it’s chewing gum
holy water on these demons
it’s either you or them
mentality slavery
you either toby or you kunta ken
leave em spun the way they twist themselves
that’s truth to them
leave hung the way they lynch themselves
that’s the proof to them
i put the gun to my ego, the pen to paper
my money where my mouth is when i’m smoking on the vapor
head in the clouds, 10 toes to the ground
and we always staying up when the sh*t is going down

i put the gun to my ego, the pen to paper
my money where my mouth is when i’m smoking on the vapor
head in the clouds, 10 toes to the ground
and we always staying up when the sh*t is going down

- jaron ikner lyrics

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