The Deity Complex ft. Shadowstar Boxer - “Cold Smoke”
[Emcee(s): Shadowstar Boxer]
[Producer(s): The Deity Complex]

[Verse 1: Shadowstar Boxer]
Yo, can’t handle the rise of my chi, then it’s
No wonder that she can’t handle the size of my D. It’s not
My fault that I was born with this Hercules, so blame it on
Whoever you praying to with your burnt knees. I can see
Beauty in nothing, so there’s no need in fronting on your self-
-esteem in public, and if my light is too bright, you need
Some freedom, cousin, ‘cause I don’t dance with any lampshades
The demons you produce will be refusing you a backspace
I faced mine over the years, multiplied my gangster, like
A thousand times though my peers nullified my anger. If I
Walk right by choice, then my hero is me, and if
I stalk the night, boys are here to zero to three, they be
Ready to tuck jewels, buck tools, weapon drew, dug
Stools and shattered glass to jump through with flagrant “fuck you”’s
Hope to come through, upset at how I went out
Then maybe fools’ll get a clue, about to get down, yeah
Went to wars, a captain on the rocks—that’s the setup for
A little score of battle, and the hawk never let up
Rush everything, put ‘em on toast, wishing they’d never think
And keep ‘em off-balance, top a chalice, and have a victory drink
Pack it up. We’re set to roll, and that’s conservative
Trust ‘em just as far as I can nudge ‘em—that’s my word, it is
Mad respect to little kids who breakdance to ganja fusion
No one know better—might be better for the hungry movement
Fashionable complaints might as well be flatulence
Opulence and optimism options are for accurate
Imperfection and perfect tone, backup in echo stance
Esoteric verses effervescent, better get your fam
Ain’t no telling what’s next in this series of upsets
The champion status, quads pulling strings for rough bets
Pay to play and stay sharp or catch an okeydokey choke
And DDT into a pile of pesticide, cold smoke