CALL O' DA WILD

CALL O' DA WILD - Clouds Of Smoke

rate me

I manifest the 'erbs essence

When my life starts stressin me out and I see no way

But I got hope like Bob, in fact I keep tracks

and I packs in stacks for you new jacks

I'm buildin with the gods on some vibin

and now everyday I'm vibin, then I get licked bag of trick to lick the dick

See I know ways around complicated matters

Roll up in the ghetto on the island of Manhatten

See, though my ci-lo maintainin with the dread

Rock the flat top until the [shit] went dead

I'm known for my skills, all my technique's coast

I wreck rhymes systematic, I'm a turntable addict

But still I put it down to timin to the rap

Representin Harlem, mother[fucker] where you at?

Cos I got a bag and I gotta blunt

If you livin the life of da Call O' Da Wild, mother(fucker) whatcha want?

[Chorus x4:]

My head's in a cloud of smoke

When I choke upon the lye, air-high

(We flow eye-to-eye)

I'm on cloud 9, I keeps about a quarter pound of gunja

Oh I wonder, if I

could have a mega blunt session with my homeys, no question

The neighbourhood goon sewn like I'm from an (?A's Boon coon?)

Feed the feelin, the (shit) smarter

Hittin up your daughter, slaughter styles

The best way, Chico, me and Mico

That's my Ese, be gettin lye on a day-to-day

basis, I still find traces of hash in my back sack

Black, a matter o' fact

I need a shotgun, shotgun crush to my head

My eyes are swell, we're gettin bread, what the hell these?

Smooth stone is the way of the walk

I rather be [fucked] up then outlined in chalk

I stalk the streets of New York like a bandit

I landed a deal with some homeys from the Hill

On the real, I represent Harlem, New York

That small talk, kid I told you that [shit] walk

They're jealous, you know you can't [fuck] around fellas

You be sloshin like EPMD (You know I'm housin)

[Chorus x4]

So mellow out and sit back, relax

and listen to a track dedicated to the backs

8 black, wit phatness possessed, yes!

The Shooby-Doo with the E's puffin the bags that Buddha blessed

I like to utilise my scar mental

That's my fundamental, so check the dread-headed individual

from the sidewalks, where the basehead walks

and the hos won't talk unless you're large in New York

So can it be that I am just a Y-O-G

from the (?P-O-L-O the D-R-E-O-U-N-D?), baby

Gets crazy, hectic, so check my method

[Chorus x4]

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