Smoke Signals

[Intro: EZ Mac] Aight, John Record, EZ Mac Ill Spoken, Collective Minds Yeah, ha [Pre-Chorus: John Record & EZ Mac] (Yeah) When we reminisce (Yeah) When we reminisce (Yeah) When we reminisce [Chorus: John Record & EZ Mac] Let the smoke signal guide you back home like Indians And lend a spliff, and bullshit with my kinsmen The Yuengling coolin' me down from the heat on the streets (Yeah) Take me back to those times of peace Let me see those leaves turn at Frick, and kick flows that's sick And think back to chicks who loved my magic stick [Verse 1: John Record & EZ Mac] When you look back, Malcolm (What's good?) Never forget, never regret the outcome Never tear or spend a year askin', "How come?" Lookin' for love, 'cause you found some Never let a dime infiltrate your mind She has no right questionin' McCormick design Never quest for beef, always be cordial in rhymes Never bored with your time on this planet Earth Take a nap, take a snap, but when you take it for granted, it hurts Try to be thrifty, so you manage your worth Expect the best but plan for the worst Never take advice from those who never question themselves But your mental health should never be menaced by doubt MM, I'm your MC mentor There for sure when things go south I'm out, en route to beat back the nookie (Ha) She says she loves me, what she want, half a cookie? Never contemplate life when you're higher than giraffe pussy [Verse 2: EZ Mac & John Record] Met Rec', the rest is history (Yeah, yeah) 'Cause him and me, well, we hit the weed in-between the misery We spit for free, we had dreams of gettin' cream But things don't always go exactly how they seem The big kids, they talkin' 'bout they big guns But I just chill, lay back, hear the kick drum Boom kak, boom-ba-boom kak Around and back, now I'm gettin' off track And I saw rap as a way to get away From everybody tellin' me today is not my day My day, my week, my month, my year my tears Held back, confronted by my fears This endless intelligence, my mind can expand As high as I am, chill, I'll be fine with a gram (Ha) 'Cause I'll be bumpin' through the speaker box, tryna bust a flow At first an outcast lookin' for the love below But don't mistake my terminology for philosophy Screamin' 'til I get what I want like a toddler be Urban mythology, the words of the prophecy The prodigy, see deep inside your mind like psychology Taught to be verbal, passin' purple in the circle like we pass a word Savor the mind but you asked to serve Attack the words, rip half as fast and your ass'll swerve Got a question, ask it first Pass the purp' and mash the verse [Chorus: John Record & EZ Mac] (Yeah) (Yeah, EZ Mac, John Record) Let the smoke signal guide you back home like Indians (Yeah) And lend a spliff, and bullshit with my kinsmen The Yuengling coolin' me down from the heat on the streets Take me back to those times of peace (Where you wanna go?) Let me see those leaves turn at Frick, and kick flows that's sick And think back to chicks who loved my magic stick (Yeah, EZ Mac, John Record) Let the smoke signal guide you back home like Indians And lend a spliff, and bullshit with my kinsmen The Yuengling coolin' me down from the heat on the streets Take me back to those times of peace Let me see those leaves turn at Frick, and kick flows that's sick And think back to chicks who loved my magic stick [Outro: EZ Mac] Yeah, Pittsburgh I like that Where you at? Ha, yeah