Smooth with Mine - Nick Wiz

Kaos, the futuristic, super mystic with vernacular

The manufacturer, I be the Legend—call me Acura

I be spectacular.

In any consequence, I’m dropping these

Documents and prophecies that complement philosophies

I’m quick with that, I’ll flip the fact there, I’ll insult you twice

You run your mouth, I’ll run your house like I was poltergeist

Lethal and trifle with equal evil disciples, have you

Believing in idols, your peoples sleeping with bibles, alright?

And any sentence?

I diminish, and you know it cousin

I’ll be the chemist pouring Guinnesses and Robitussin

Consolidate the proper weight and find a pure description

No complication, domination of my jurisdiction

Spirits that’s in me coming cleaner with the chemistry

Lyrics is pretty as a Dina with a Hennessey

Now validate my style.

I shake from here to Tampa Bay

It makes you salivate, evaluate, you can’t with K

My paragraphs shatter glass from the frequency

My habits fast, your faggot ass can’t compete with me

I’ll flip the Hell, and it’s pathetic when the sonic slanders

I’m running shit so well, they call me Emmitt Thomas Sanders

Putting your mind on exhaust when I prove what I rip

Make the sign of the cross, smooth with my shit

Yo, I thought I told you before

You couldn’t even master rough drafts of paragraphs

I compose.

I shatter glass with my flows, but not

The whole arsenal—(a song or two’ll splatter crews)

Nautilus on the map (like we’re longitude and latitude)

Frame of mind psychotic, it’s the chronic at fault.

Each

Tainted rhyme’s symbolic of a sonic assault, charged with

Possession of skills, your verdict’s not guilty

The shit I drop’s filthy, my «Billin' Tops» Milk Dee

Vocab thick like Thousand Island, EMS

You’re about to dial when off the Guinness stout I’m wilding

Subtracting bums and stacking funds—you know the issues

Attacking drums and having nuns holding pistols

I’m on-point like a porcupine, I toss a rhyme

You catch it and copy, but your method is sloppy.

I be

Illing on breaks, verbs I make stack papes.

You can

Feel it on wax, DATs, and 8-track tape.

Emcees

I mop with glow when dispersing a proper flow

Believe I’ll stop the show, wrote this verse in an Optimo

And smoke this but quote this: I roll with the dopest, no bogus, but I notice

The hocus-pocus on what you focus is hopeless

(Damn, that shit was fat!) Weightwatchers, check the calories

Mirror-breaking analogies irritating like allergies

I’m having niggas moving in cliques.

It’s been proven I rip

Strictly for cruising The Bricks, but, still, I’m smooth with my shit