[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