Don’t Smoke Crack

VERSE 1
emcees think their flows in fashion like the rhyme pro in action
but slacker on beat than 5-0 in bradford
if you're fly on some next shit i'm the dog that just fouled
dope, i burn like junkies spoons that often cook brown
i just rock to good sounds and look blazed
while pigs cash in
selling rocks and buds found in drug raids
and that's causin bloodstains
to blow up had better sell it
lace joints more rock-in than this crack epidemic
i've seen fiends in the night
put only green in pipes
believe in hype
rock smoking leads to needing highs so stay off it
or chase the coin as satan clocks a thousand profits while your popping out of socket eyes scope a house to rob it
drug using fools who dont look too clued up
the tune confused nuts like a good mushroom brew does
seen hookers tooled up stickin kids for wads of loot
in bradford you'll get robbed n raped
that's business with a prostitute
you're left with blood clots
a tooth missing
new design of spine
meanwhile violent crime happens in these grimey times

HOOK
you can roll hash
grow plants
spray chrome tags
spit dope raps
just don't smoke crack
you can spit dope raps
spray chrome tags
grow plants
roll hash
just don't smoke crack

VERSE 2
i've got words im holdin back to use unfolding tracks for future phonographs
and what i'm cookin rocks like turnin coke to crack
notes in pads and out of pockets
copping herbal dosage bags until my lungs hurt from smoke i drag
crobes an addict for rhythm
zoned n mad lifted
as bad as crack hits for instance
mad withdrawl symptoms
i'm smashin law systems
ill on villainous whims like sin city citizens busy with sinister things
crack heads you should beware of
buzzin in your areas
scary thugs
various sharin drugs with heads they barely trust
whether cottages, flat blocks or maisonettes
i rock houses
like crack spots full of free-basin heads
that break a leg to pull the cash for that life
unlike buds
remember who the fuck has had the last pipe
i'm staying low
saying that i walk in rain hail or snow
finding halls of fame
writing names
painting chromes
used to rock the fattest burners seen here on railways lines
on tracks home probably pass a murder scene
while i pack chromes unlike the shooting type
spray outlines sick
not as prolific as behind the blue n white tape
don't smoke crack
but big up skunks fruity nice taste
you crack monkeys lack buds to choose the right flavour