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Episode II: S​.​M​.​O​.​K​.​E.

by Billy Conahan

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1.
(V1) Dawn arrives with the morning tide I slide into bed, head drowning out the bad vibes Living every night like it was my last ride Fuck the world is my generation's past time A fast stride, it's thrill or be thrilled It's kill or be killed, Will isn't such a bad guy Flashbacks to my past life Now if I size someone up, I make sure to get my math right A cab ride through the city in a snowstorm Fall asleep alone is like trying to keep a ghost warm I float on like I'm Modest Mouse Taking no half measures, so I gotta buy the full ounce When I take into account all the doubts I be living in One minute I'm a man and the next, I'm a kid again Till my heart pumps the bitter end… I wanna know if we live again… (V2) I couldn't be more honest Told pops he had a house, gonna keep that promise But now the world is at a stands still The message these rappers is so trash, it overflows the landfills Why did man turn his back on man? When did his life become less than the cash in his hands? Life's a bitch, but we raised her Threatens to put her wrists to razors, and there is no one there to save her You guessed it, just as you had expected Brainwash the people is they're major objective Making you believe that you must be accepted But fuck that, i'm my own President Elect bitch (And uh, here's another one / every rhyme in the hatch is a catch, I'm a golden glove) (V3) Don't let the media control you, they wanna mold you. Misinformed is becoming the norm They wanna fold you down to make sure you can't stop it Pocket all these profits of war, and what for? They wanna hold (mold) into the creases of they're coattails And how the story ends for you, it don't bode well. Nah it don't bode well
2.
(V1) Living in a world full of differences, Do you ever stop to find out what that difference is? Are you ever interested? You can walk a thousand miles and never see the Pyramids Gonna give it all I got, but is it enough? And right now i'm looking for a bigger cut See my people all they wanting is a bigger cup We all thought 20 was the age to be living up So, I hope you hear this and you speak of us Light those L's, turn your speaker up Gonna blow it's matter of days It's a shame that the game is a matter of plays Desire becomes obsession when you can't have it Wake up one day to find it's nothing but a bad habit God damn't, my talent, I gotta use it Few men kill and others will die to do this Once in a lifetime, but do they understand They living life the same way i'm living mine? And I've grown to defy all the doubts Didn't drop out a pussy to just lie on a couch Dropped of school cause I sat and I slouched But I never let it get in the way of my education The fear that I face, is that the money I make Will cause me to break, but fuck it, take it all, make it count (Chorus) YOU WILL SEE THAT I AM NOT SO EASILY DISPOSED YOU WILL SEE LIFE IS STRANGE BUT THIS GAME IS SEWN (V2) I choose my words carefully, my heart gotta feel'em When i'm on stage rapping all people see a villain But they probably did the same to Cobain and Dylan But i'm taken' it from Pac, fuck the world and they feelings This is for the millions of children who sit and listen To rap without they're parents permission They wishing for something better to get'em by Weed to get'em high, another round of drinks To make'em think we're living fine Now I find, they only leave the deaf to lead the blind Generation of decline, till we run out of time So maybe a piece of mine, could give you some peace of mind Advertising a way out, but you never see the signs Gotta read between the lines to decipher the code Fuck all the bitches, keep your sights on the gold And remember exactly where you were, when you were told Cause one day you may, pay the piper what he is owed (Chorus)
3.
I'm try to be content with my life Come to terms with all my wrongs and the rights Love to burn and I know it sounds trife You only live once but you gotta die twice So, i was talking to my former self He said, "You are who you are and nothing else." Oh, see I knew I was gonna say that Just another needle in the haystack Good men may not always do good things Really throws me for a loop like a shoe string I'm too simple maybe to civil They use the word "faggot" and call themselves liberals Not political, it's really a moral issue So take it personal if that's the shoe fits you I wear a 9 and a half too / I'm high in the sky and above the influence Little bit of Caeser but of course without the Brutus It's time to do this, rhyme and make music Live for today and leave the past excluded Yo, i'm looking through my third eye See what I see, cause all I see is a gold mine Straight tripping, wired off battery acid I spit flames, a man had to get his skin grafted I shook his brain till they came out of a nostril Had his people bumping like they drove over a pothole Say what you will, you better give me my props though A mixtape masterpiece, forging a Picasso Apocalypse now, how'd you wanna swallow it? No toppings, no chasers, no condiments Lyrics like a picture, voice is like a monument And you'll never see me coming till we mono e mono kid
4.
(V1) They say every dog has it's day but that day ain't today son How's that if i've been working since day one You want beef, I'll bring the A-1 and AK's I spend my days digging other rapper's graves Up the ante, I feel like getting paid I got a weekly fresh squeeze, they call me minute maid UGH! No slave to the industry Every time I rhyme I know that every single rhyme I spit is me Lyrically enhanced, not a chance you can finish me Another rapper slain, another unsolved mystery I'm off the chain, back up give the kid some space Say I have no flavor, well you never had taste son So what you wanna do? Wanna be brawlers? Shot callers; ballers? You thought wrong thinking I would falter Bow down and call me the king, Jerry Lawler Five foot four but my money grows taller Cool guy, too fly like a saucer Caught up in the web, turned fed when we lost ua Pride before the fall now how much did that cost ya Penny for my thoughts, you'd be broke in a day Slay MCs and provide, play-by-play Stop acting up or i'mma get dramatic on you Never shacking up, that's when wifey get fat on you (Chorus) To my people in Queens, Stand Strong To my peeps out in BK, Stand Strong To my honeys Uptown, Stand Strong To the homies in the Boogie Down And to the people of Shaolin, Stand Strong Long Island, and Far Rock Stand Strong To my people in the Dirty Jerz, Stand Strong To my people of the world, Stand Strong (V2) When I come around the block I give mad love to the heads that I know while the heads that I don't know watch Keep your eyes on the top notch prospect Reaching for the top lock, careful not let to KOPS in So go ahead, put me on the top ten Even if i'm number one, think that I would stop then? Conform or adapt? It's not where you are from, kid, but where you at There is no cure for the madness of heart And the internal struggle is the magic of art So I hope to see ours name on top of the charts And not fall victim to the game and it's sharks Cause any night could be your last in a world like this Mind over matter, gotta calculate the risk Ride with no hands, man you best get a grip Cause your ship might sink when the shit gets thick And in this very moment, my poetry's in motion Iceberg verses, if my words are an ocean Focus, the golden age flow be ferocious Don't front cause I know I got you open And when in class, yes I always had the high-grades The back of my notebook indicates I'm a rhyme slave Get the message, burst like an appendix A hellfied-hectic, electric like Jimi Hendrix, so check it
5.
(V1) I liked you better when the sun went down The cigarettes came out, we turned the music low and shared a round That facade fades, we gaining ground And we'll take our chances since now we've skimmed outta the crowd And by now, you already know my next move What is it I gotta say to get you into the best mood Doing whatever it takes to impress you How many licks does it take to get into the bedroom? Come on baby live it up, we'll be dead soon Way you play with hearts makes me think you went to Med School Tattoos and licorice, the liquor hits my liver Little quicker than the loss of my innocence I trace the surface of your hips with my fingertips Greet me to your body of work, you meet my lips As I draw the curtains, I know for certain In the morning, we'll both be a different person And was it worth it? Your body's perfect But what's the purpose if I only love the surface Then it was worthless, turn the lights off Spend the night drinking, turn the mics off (V2) She enveloped me, sky blue eyes, fly accessories A midsummer's night and we exchanged pleasantries Mental telepathy, what could the message be? Had not asked why she had lied of her identity* Over the boom-bap, sat humming the melodies Kicking back, had a chat over some memories Not usually the type to get hyped around celebrities But if sexy was a crime, this dime would be a felony I wish her next to me, though it has yet to because The only time I see her is the illusion of a memory I tried to transpose her code to no avail At times I get so desperate I cage her in brain cell Drank water from the same well And when I hear her name, it puts me in a spell, baby I got the fever
6.
(V1 / J-Craze) I rap to get my mind off things it's a daily struggle living life, broke as hell working double shifts to cop the kicks I like Fantasize about whips and ice Daydreaming of my neck and wrist gleaming more than Christmas lights Then the waitress tells me she needs some ice The harsh reality of my position in this world causes strife But I don't dwell, I just excel Labbing on my lyrics preparing to give this rap game hell Cause I ain't stopping till my mothafuckin pockets swell Cause once I make it, I will give it out as well I'm taking care of my community, it's about unity My only chance at life and I'm taking this opportunity Hip-hop's my professor, this beat is my test Fuck being the best, I just need to get some shit off my chest Yeah I know this hip hop games a mess But we gonna clean it up. Trust. (V2 - Billy C.)
7.
(V1) It's moments like these that I almost lose focus Caught in the breeze like the trees I be smoking But there I am with a line like a clothespin Got'em frozen like they posing for a portrait So cut the chatter, stop speaking like you know shit I'm so hungry I'm bout to leak my own shit So much to say but never enough measure You can hate but appreciate the effort Broke bread with Christ, had dinner with the devil Pass the buddha to buddha and now he's on my level The Nirvana I get from Marijuana The Ganga in a bowl or roll it up in a fanta I want the crowd forming lines like assemblies Going out for mines, blowing minds like the Kennedys Everybody sees my swagger as I stagger in Daggering bitches, grab a chaser, hammer down the gin Flabbergast'em, blast'em, ash'em like blunts You might be Ash Ketchum but you haven't caught me once Must have told myself a thousand times If your gonna blow, make sure it ain't a land mine (Rakim - "Give me a stage, and a mic, and a mix") You want the truth, you can't handle the truth (V2) A thousand miles to the limit Bout to hit a milestone I'm still not finished You can't diminish my image, damage my vision Grabbing my ambitions, living high, sky's not the limit This will only take a minute if you give me the time Broadcast, live and direct, from the back of the line Today's rappers say nothing like a room full of mimes So every joint i get on I'm on point like porcipine Forfied the structure, reinforced the rhymes K.O.P. on the come up, your crew is on decline I'm on the grind till I'm signed, in the limelight Rewind the track if you haven't got the time right In hindsight, this is my life for eternity And I would be remissed if this industry never heard of me So perfectly I'd fit like twot its after surgery Leave those playschool rhymes for the nursery (Chorus)
8.
Now this is Destiny, and ain't no bargaining I'm in charge till a thousand men come marching in Till the Sergeants come barging in to threaten my civility These lyrics like a matchbook, sparks of creativity In verses and soliloquies I often compare The gunshot to a snare, the beats to a prayer And I find that it's unfair, to dare to tell the truth When the truth is so hard to bare. I'm an educated fool, no wonder I hated school Fuck a test, had a habit of testing the rules I'm trying to change the world with the talents I've been given Time will tell if heaven or hell that we are living Cause God saved the Queen but forgot about the children I wish'em well, the wishing well is filling The feeling to see the people I love / not get they're fill in The mission for wealth is vicious, it's often a contradiction If anybody is listening, hope you haven't succumb Hope you understand the message, I'm not speaking in tongues And I refuse to pledge allegiance to a nation of guns If the world is round, the west will never be won With every breathe in my lungs, know that I meant every word (I've got to) make this music and it's gotta be heard (2x) It's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll And if you don't seek the truth, you'll never get the facts ya'll!
9.
(V1 - Billy Conahan) Well can I kick it? Why yes I can. Thrill seekers in the bleechers know that Will I Am! I still damage MC's, they be feeling the pain Every mic maybe different, but I kill'em the same So I'mma ride to this rhythm of the beat, no brakes What would be a track if it had no bass? I try not to laugh in they're faces Experience the glitch in the walls of the Matrix Now, im trying to have me a Lucille Ball Enough money to sit back in Royce Lou Rawls KOP we the Kings of the Planet Type a rapper to paint a picture, an' never touch a canvas A man, god damn now why can I articulate My soul is on the line can someone please reciprocate Throw your hands high when I spit Let the people know what I do is legit, so I kick it? (Chorus) (V2 - KB Jones) Well can I kick it? Of course I can It's KB Jones and the Kontraband Billy C. hit me up and then We took Quest on this rhythm just to rock this jam You can ask my mother's womb when we kick right out 1987 was the year no doubt We come with force, anybody stepping to me, you get tossed Rap on a track, we straight fat like Rick Ross We coming fresh like a cork Fresher than embalming fluid at the morgue, we stay alive Also relavent like the Tribe The jazz, the funk, and hip hop is inside Bye, bye, birdie gone fly Get pissed at any click that think they all sly Cause my family is as hard as stone KB Jones prone to rock the microphone You passing me by, you get a fat lip Open cuts when I bust, every verse I spit You passing me by, you get a fat lip Open cuts when I bust, every verse I spit, so can I kick it? (Chorus)
10.
The blood rushes, pen touches the papyrus Hand clutching my nuts, the world around me unraveling A little bit of thought is what I dabble in So if you just tuned in, I bet you're thinking that i'm babbling Don't forget to vote if you think it really matters then Show up on Election Day, and turn your ballot in And saddle up your horses, fortify the fortress Before we catch you in your sleep like the Armed Forces (Osama) So salvage what you can from the wreckage From the sands of the desert, or get slammed in a second Just got to piss, roll a spliff then split Sit, spit and record records, burn copies onto discs I know the whole world is after this. Keep watching the throne if you think that's where the master sits I live my life as I imagine it You blow so hard, I wouldn't trust you to keep a candle lit I burn MCs, my CDs come with bandages Bill Clinton on the mic, so scandalous NYC all the way to Los Angeles One time for your mind, yo i'm outta this

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Six months after his previous mixtape release, Billy Conahan's "S.M.O.K.E." appears online for download. The growth of this MC is apparent in his dedication and hunger for success. Borrowing from old-school beats, and some brand new jams, Billy's style takes that of a man well beyond his years. Original production by Raj Chrome, Kid Vision, and DJ Grumble.

What's That Funny Smell video:
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released March 20, 2013

Lyrics: Billy Conahan

Recorded and Mixed: Joe Jung

Production: DJ Grumble, Raj Chrome, Kid Vision

Artwork: Christian Arichibala (AD8)
& Mackenzie Greer Photography

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Billy Conahan Queens, New York

Born and raised in Astoria, Queens, Billy Conahan is always quick to express his love for his city. An engaging performer with a natural storytelling ability, and charming wit, Billy found an audience and fan base that was truly captivated by his magnetic personality. His popularity and skill led him to opening for Mike Stud at the Highline Ballroom and Pusha T at the Brooklyn Hip-Hop Festival. ... more

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