Smothered Mate

[Intro (Recurring throughout the song in the background)]

Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns

[Verse 1: GZA]

His autobiography had came to an end

With the final chapter written in blood upon his skin

From snakes, that was dirty as rodents

Therefore to a starving one, the call for hunger is potent

Some kids at a young age, their skull is fractured

Their mind store the sickest images ever captured

They draw pistols to resolve issues

To give 'em a sense of closure to expose the brain tissue

The shells was evidence of a violent event

That left a young dealer bent from a hundred rounds spent

The lifestyle is a thousand miles from a minister

A small con game with something far more sinister

Peer pressure got him moving faster

A paradise of mutation open the gates of disaster

And murder is not the only cold blooded crime

You got fiends that'll torture the teens to get a dime

[Chorus: GZA]

Empty your pockets nigga and don't move

You react any other way and they'll prove

'Cause they ain't got a problem with laying your ass out

Or putting in work so you can see what it's about

Money got the flow, nigga, it don't stop

Whether drugs or a ho, nigga, stay on top

'Cause they don't have a problem with running up in your house

And burning it to the ground after the shit is doused

[Verse 2: GZA]

I told him to save his breathe 'cause he hovered on the brink of death

He wasn't living right before he left

His life took an unexpected turn

For those who walked that path, there's a lesson to learn

Coming from a nesting ground of those on the growl

In a state of darkness, menacing on the prowl

Local rivals and known competitors

Who try to stay clear from the spying eyes of predators

On the hunt, they constantly taught persistence

Those with less heart keep a respectful distance

The prey know it's too hot to lay in the street

They find shaded areas a few feet from the heat

'Cause if not, then, it will be costing one

Who will soon evaporate under a scorching sun

'Cause when the drought is on, it's little left

Then what lies ahead, dehydration and eventual death

[Chorus: GZA]

Empty your pockets nigga and don't move

You react any other way and they'll prove

'Cause they ain't got a problem with laying your ass out

Or putting in work so you can see what it's about

Money got the flow, nigga, it don't stop

Whether drugs or a ho, nigga, stay on top

'Cause they don't have a problem with running up in your house

And burning it to the ground after the shit is doused

[Outro: GZA]

We doing music from the heart

And not from the charts