[Verse 1] What DJ Smokin Joe is no one can defeat him First position, check the board you second just read it Competition, say the name soft teeth start to chatter You step wrong in this ring stats don’t matter He got crates like a library needle like a dagger Wrist flick, quick mix crowd split, brains scatter The program in his palm he got skill, he got art Wrote his legend on a waveform etched it on your heart [Chorus] When Camaleon and DJ Smokin Joe attack rap whole block leans back (hey!) Wires spark, floors crack you ain’t built for that From the West where the wild ones map their path You can try, but the world can’t match that wrath [Verse 2] Respect for a story of fame for a thug in the struggle Turned hunger into thunder made the records all rumble You come to the West think it’s sweet, think it’s travel ’Til your dreams drip slow on the gravel, unravel He cut from a cloth that you barely can touch Turn silence into riots with a fader and clutch If the world’s gonna try there is little it can achieve Against two shape-shifting shadows you won’t even be believed [Chorus] When Camaleon and DJ Smokin Joe attack rap whole block leans back (oh yeah!) Wires spark, floors crack you ain’t built for that From the West where the wild ones map their path You can try, but the world can’t match that wrath [Bridge] Who want rank? Post it up, get pranked (hey!) Every top dog shrank when the real ones yanked Two names on the wall spray paint, bold black When Camaleon and Smokin Joe launch the last attack [Chorus] When Camaleon and DJ Smokin Joe attack rap whole block leans back Wires spark, floors crack you ain’t built for that From the West where the wild ones map their path You can try, but the world can’t match that wrath Smoking Joe Attack [Intro] This is DJ Smoking Joe is, no one can defeat him First position for you to post your rank Competition, be careful with the name If the world is going to try, there is little it can achieve The program, he has the skill, the art Respect for a story of fame, for a thug You come to the West, that's something that happens When Camaleon and DJ Smoking Joe attack [Verse 3: Cold → Hungry] Cold streets got me froze, city chewin' dreams raw Hustle in my veins, stomach growlin' for that score No silver spoon, just scraps from the block, we starved Dodgin' cops and ops, dreams buried in the yard Power in the grip, family ties tighter than chains Brothers bleed together, turn pain into gains Cars whip through the night, lowriders on them spokes Come up from the gutter, now we dodgin' all the jokes Survival mode, respect earned in the trenches deep Real ones ride or die, no sleep when the heat creep [Hook] (16 bars, sing-song chant) Fame hit, we lit, streets whisper our name Brothers locked, real ones, loyalty in the flame Winning big, city ours, power in the game Family first, dreams up, come up from the pain Fame hit, we lit, respect on the block Cars gleamin', West side, never takin' a loss Winning big, proud stance, confident we boss Real ones forever, thug life, no cost Fame hit, we lit, survival in our blood Brothers hold it down, rise up from the mud Winning every round, city bow to the flood Power, family, dreams— we flood the hood Fame hit, we lit, respect earned in war Cars roarin', West kings, loyal to the core Winning proud, confident, knockin' down the door Real ones attack, Camaleon and Joe score! [Verse 4: Loyal → Proud → Confident] Loyal to the soil, brothers got my back eternal Family over fame, we feast off the journal Proud scars tell the tale, from hungry to the throne City lights blind 'em, but we own every zone Respect commands the room, power in every step Come up kings, streets salute, no debts left unpaid Dreams manifest, whips parked on gold rims Winning war, confident grin, watch the whole game flip Real ones circle tight, no snakes in the clique West side warriors, Camaleon Joe, we lit [Hook] (16 bars, sing-song chant) Fame hit, we lit, streets whisper our name Brothers locked, real ones, loyalty in the flame Winning big, city ours, power in the game Family first, dreams up, come up from the pain Fame hit, we lit, respect on the block Cars gleamin', West side, never takin' a loss Winning big, proud stance, confident we boss Real ones forever, thug life, no cost Fame hit, we lit, survival in our blood Brothers hold it down, rise up from the mud Winning every round, city bow to the flood Power, family, dreams— we flood the hood Fame hit, we lit, respect earned in war Cars roarin', West kings, loyal to the core Winning proud, confident, knockin' down the door Real ones attack, Camaleon and Joe score!
