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yea yea yea yea
Smokey the Ghost
I got the salt, I got the pepper
Its not my fault, showing me my stresses
I've been rapping ever since I was an egg inside my mother
Pen onto this paper now my beard is salt and pepper
Scribbling the words on the step of
The stairway to heaven, think I found my holy mecca
So in the sound, I put the effort
I don't fit into the Industry I'm crowned a king in checkers
Underground I hit the trenches
Gatekeepers, they see us as small
The fake feeling facade, so Hate keep us apart
See rap is like an opioid drug and so I use it
Can't spell the Music Business without the Music
Have you ever heard a rapper that could flow like me?
Please take notice not to snore while sleep
When I die and go to heaven, I pass the stairways
And take the elevator, as kenny g plays
And when I meet god, he tell him these days
Rappers only stationed on the mezannine place
Guess that even god is biased but in piousy ways
Not the music industry but still you keep dates
Guess that heavens free place
Spotify probably don't reach u in deep space
I got the salt, I got the pepper
Its not my fault, showing my stresses
I got the salt, I got the pepper
Its not my fault, showing my stresses
I got the salt, I got the pepper
Its not what they want, fuck gate keepers
We all just little kids pretending to be grown-up
We hide the secrets in us and hesitate to own up
Sure nuff
The Universe conspires, kill the body, free the soul
And hold it in a bottle, to sip it when you're bored
I'm sick of all the jokes, that normalise the lows
And the universe conspires cause you know
When the sun rises
The warmth is unbiased
Rhymes that make ur mind
Take Flight like dandelions
I'm hoping I reach the top and
Regardless we missed the signs
Gatekeepers turn into clients
I'm searching to find the drive
Society killed the vibe and I'm bribing to play a show
And audience never comes
Guitars never strum and there is nobody on the drum
And my brother had a dream
When he was sleeping in the ocean
And I did a song for Nike
And I win the Padma bhushan
Have you ever heard of Lupe, eminem or nas
Have you ever heard of divine, EPR or Ranj
Yash raj and Sikander and raftaar got bars
Have you ever heard of Smokey the ghost I guess not
I got the salt, I got the pepper
Its not my fault, showing my stresses
I got the salt, I got the pepper
Its not my fault, showing my stresses
I got the salt, I got the pepper
Its not my fault, showing my stresses
I got the salt, I got the pepper
Its not what they want, fuck gate keepers