Nothing to Declare

[Intro: Moor Mother] Yo (Blow, blow, smoke, smoke, atmosphere, here) Yo, hey, hey, hey, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hey, ooh [Verse 1: Moor Mother] Let me tell you somethin' in your ear All the hatersexuals wanna be queer Shoot you if you’re burnin' my ears (What you even fuckin' doin’ here?) What you even doing over here? What you even doing over here? Don't believe in time, but this is my year (Me, me, mе, me, me, me) Blow a littlе smoke in the atmosphere [Chorus: Moor Mother] Set it like premiere, bring the record back Set it like the center for the quarterback So much ass, had to bring it back Seven hundred bitches give you cardiac [Verse 2: Moor Mother] Spit this shit better than Shakespeare (Who the f*** is that?) You just try to black, well, you can't get here I'm blue, black, lost in the atmosphere Call me Shamir Lightyear (That's me) Bitch, I'm here, well premiere (Ta-da) (Ta-da, ta-da!) Tired of the smoke up here All up in your biosphere (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, cheese) (All up in your space, bitch) I don't believe in time, but it's our year Blow a little smoke in the atmosphere [Chorus: Moor Mother] Set it like premiere, bring the record back Set it like the center for the quarterback So much ass, had to bring it back Seven hundred bitches give you cardiac [Verse 3: DJ Haram] Hey (Yo, yo, what you got on my cheesesteak, motherfucker?) Otherworldly, it look fake (Like) Sinbad fightin’ snakes, they’re still new to the heartache (Boo-hoo) Big fish in the icy lake I just thought I'd call you Cry until the lie’s true, you always 'bout your crisis How you a narcissist but righteous? I've never been a victim (I'm good) Fuck your nihilist benediction Blow a little smoke in the atmosphere Blow a little smoke in the atmosphere [Bridge: DJ Haram] [?] I’m a pisces Smoke here Talk nicely That's wifey She priceless Choose wisely Everybody hot shit [Chorus: Moor Mother] Set it like a center for the quarterback Set it like premiere, bring the record back So much ass, had to bring it back Seven hundred bitches [?] [Outro: Moor Mother] Rolling up, nothing left to fear, here