TRACK OF THE DAY: Smoove Boyz & Buddy Myelz “No Idea”

Young homies Smoove Boyz & Buddy Mylez go in on a famous 70s beat. I likes…

Lyrics:

J. Smoove
Not a doctor can’t ask for my patients
My mind full of disasters like the one that shook the Haitians
Presidential speeches my words shake up a nation
But instead I’m tracing my paces inside of a train station
I’m maintaining living better every day when
my mind ain’t in the gutter
Renegade like jay and em
bowling alley pin up girls and some lying others
Last of a lost breed I’m here with my dying brothers
Shelter the crying mothers
Who only wish in the world is for her son to come home and hug her and just say he love her
And no one above her
The heart is a lethal weapon a loose cannon Mel Gibson Danny glover
And you pray that she keep it like when you don’t use rubbers
And you hoping she dont find out when you fucking others
Over like motors failing
I’m colder than Sarah Palin
With a tank top and track shorts
my quotas ailing
Being judged by peers like I don’t know the jury
Walk around eyes closed blind fury
I swing around show you how you bring me down
I frequent the sound of all these clowns when they in my town
Crown royal imperial kingin
Black and gold birds canaries is tweeting
When all birds keep a different feather
Then why we meet em
and we just classify like they been together
Per diem
And this is the hunting season

Buddy Mylez
12 gauge bars double barrel flow
its B [dot] Mylez the first initials is capital
Mind focused on the capitol
I’m such an animal with it
You think you gifted well I’m snatching ya ribbon
I excel ‘cuz I’m craftfully vivid
I’m exceptionally witted
Set fire to the rain and put a match to a pigeon
Now Listen
Hard from Sunrise to Moonfall
Donald to you sell out rappers that’s how I trump ya’ll
I’m from an era where we scrap more than junkyards
think you hardbody but ya gunsoft
Little accident murders
Frontin like you living wrong
Only rap sheet you got is what you write
I expose em from a different angle
These niggas posin more than vickie’s angels
But that’s a different topic
Don’t call me bro homie please stop it
niggas tryna get in my circle like they pizza toppings
And I was told a man should never gossip
I don’t pay em mind
I put my feet up where the weather tropic
tryna understand my vision cuz my mindstate is unique
Master different departments while your mentality is boutique
New talent on the rise
Don’t give me praises when I’m dead Gimme flowers when I’m alive
Niggas wanna judge me and hate, I still love ya
Ya 10 steps ahead well I’m 3 steps above ya
I’m on the stoop wit my chinese order
Body beats like a chinese daughter

Smoove Boy Vic
Born alone …
But my team is lookin strong,
Sumthin like the Expandables … And I’m the captain like Stallone,
I’m from the city where the skinny niggas ride,
No lie,
Cuz the Feds be on the watch like Eagle Eye,
On the rise on you Gas-ols … Blake Griffin,
Have your pride right behind the milk carton just like it’s missin,
Uhh…Dismissing lame disses,
…I don’t ever be the one fishing for these bitches,
But they have no idea what their brain pitched in …
When I pitch in,
Shut up … Now listen,
You niggas nowadays just make it hard to respect ya,
Save my breath & flip the finger … Simple hand gestures,
Vocal painting pictures,
Niggas wanna hang … But we left them niggas hangin on the fixtures.
Niggas straight corn so I cropped ‘em out the picture,
You handlin the rock … So watch how I’ll strip ya,
Just like how I did ya girl …
…. Now she fuckin with Smoove niggas,
My tree dun timbered down her lake … bet you cried her a river nigga!