Salt and Pepper

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