Artist: Bliss N Eso f/ RZA Album: Running On Air Song: Smoke Like a Fire Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [RZA] The Rzarector, Bliss N Eso Worldwide Hip Hop, let's go "Check the script, me and the Gods get it ripped" - RZA [Eso] Dressed up like the Joker, ready for a good night Happy on the handlebars of a push bike (What it look like?) It look's the Wu's in this and I'm about to blow this booth to bits So buckle up, click clack, front and back I'm on point bitch They'll never win against a double-headed coin flip Spitting pictures with the RZA, howling All the way from Syd' city to Shaolin King Kong chief chonga, big bonger Beat bomber, double barrel cone puncher, bone crusher The stone chucker with devils in his eyes I can't tell if this is Hell or Heaven in disguise Either way, I'ma spit rounds of dope shit I even taught Bliss how to smoke bitch So why so serious? Put your fists in the air for this hydro lyricist [Chorus: 2X] Smoke like a fire, drink like a fish Hope when I'm broke, think like I'm rich "Check the script, me and the Gods get it ripped Blunts in the dip, forty dogs to my left" - RZA [RZA] I had a nightmare, that I slept for a light year A thousand tracks was going in my right ear Then I found myself trapped in a circle with Eso and Bliss pza-puffing on that purple bong, you trapped in the closet like my girl's shoe Hip Hop done changed the whole world's view I'm Mighty like Joe Young, my son carries a blow gun We roam like we're chased by the Shogun New Lone Wolf and Cub, cut your arm to a knob Fill your body with holes they can't plug Leave you with pains in your head that they can't drug You covered in plastic, laying flat on my rug This is microphone bullying boy, don't try to strike me It's Crooklyn, Do the Right Thing like Spike Lee For real, once I get a puff on that ill I get wild like Uma trying to Kill Bill Smoke like a fire, drink like a fish Hope when I'm broke, think like I'm rich Rzarector in your sector Bliss N Eso, let's go [Chorus] [Bliss] Deep in the woods, out in a lonely cabin Chronic capsule, flying on my doja dragon The chameleon, holographic craft Brought a bag of hash for an automatic blast Beam me up Scotty, I'm ascending to the stars and catch with the Abbot where I'm tending to my gardens Running On Air through the night till the morning Flying Colours like Killa Bees swarming Buzzing through to BnE town, Sydney Spot my smoke signal out my greenhouse chimney You see in every village, Mary comes to meet us State to state, another brother bearing bud to greet us When we roll through, hear us rock all the bells And I told you it's beer o'clock, all is well "Cheers" So let's all hit this good reefer The outcast, outback, racing bush cheetah, and I'm [Chorus] [RZA] Rzarector inside your sector Bliss N Eso on the flow yo Hunzo on the beat Killa Bees, W-T-C, come on "Check the script, me and the Gods get it ripped" - RZA