Ayo my rhymes and words pierce ya brain like a siren...
All ya battles were wack why not just decline-em...
Coz spit like acid rain,unleashin a verse equipped wit all my pain....
And it aint the same,when i merk wiggas wit a choke chain....
Coz SmokaJoka is as ill as a poacher puffin on a roacher*...
I rip apart my adversarys wit lyrical ease....
Leave more holes in him like a pound of swiss cheese...
*fat zoot wit a fat roach lol
quick keystyle ..even if u dont accept me..good lkuck wit the crew pz

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