Demon Eyes - Smoke DZA, 183rd, Westside Gunn

Really

Kushed God

3rd

183rd Street

Uh, R6

For everyone

For real

Uh, forever, for everyone, for real

Forever the one, you know my spiel

Demon eye, demon king, I’m in the field

Lights flashin', givin' chills

Shine sun ray on any runway, bullet club, gunplay

Catch a bloody Sunday on any Sunday

I wain’t got no time to fool with y’all

Work flyin', I’ma land on two feet like a coupe de grâce

Over your head is what I’m shootin' for

Whoever want smoke, I got a whole fuckin' hookah bar

They don’t get busy like your mans

Touch down and get love like Prince and Devin in Japan

I was a G-O-D before I was N-E-X-T

VVS I-C-E, I’m so R-F-C

OG to medicate myself

The real universal champ, I ain’t ever lost the belt

Ayo, Steve Regal on the Spiegel cover

Sean undercover with the eagle under

3 bodies on the pole

I ain’t never lost work, I’m like Oscar on the stove

Camo Louis duffle, we was yay buyin'

Since the Abigail, the brick like bray wire

Trash bag on the stick, leave your brains flyin'

Walk with the devil, walk with a lion

Who wants to walk with the lion?

Black Waverunners, you ain’t got these

I’m Tito Santana when I chop keys

Bitches call me Big Show

Johnny Gonzales, I’m talkin' big dough

Just pulled the gig though

Kick the shit like Sean Michael, nigga, get low

Another body on the pistol

My shooters Blood, some Crip though

The King of the Demons, Balor

Do you know who Balor is, Seth?

Do you know what he does?

When his evil eye opens, the world ends

First, the grass burns

Then the seas boil

Then the air catches fire

And all of humanity falls

These are not just stories, Seth

They’re a source of truth

And a warrior enters a great battle