"Rappers coming at me, guns blaze and won't smoke nothing/
They need to turn em in, it's journalists tryna quote sumthin/
Murder they careers, I'm America's most wanted/
Sprinkling they ashes on a blunt, yea, let's smoke sumthin/"
Another recent Strange Music release that I'm diggin. This one's gotta sick classic hip-hop vibe with some simple drums, keys and scratching that work to make this song as good as it is. Sometimes less really is more. Shit makes me feel good! Check it..