[Intro]
(Ad-libs: yeah, ha, smoke a joker)
End of the night — the skyline holds its breath,
Lighter in the sky, a single spark, we test.
I move like a rumor, I move like a ghost, yeah,
This is smoke a joker — feel the heat I host, uh.
[Verse 1]
Clock hits blackout, shadows contour the block (block/lock)
Devil's on the corner, but I'm the one who talks (talks/walks)
Axe in the mind — it's a truth that cleaves the air
Not a blade of flesh, it's the lies I raze and tear
Names in the cemetery, echoes stacked like vinyl
Past lives on the shelf, every memory's final
Bounce like a ball off brick, rhythm in my palms
I flip the panic into power, calm in the storm
Punchline one: I don't just spit — I excavate the fake
Punchline two: I break their chorus, never miss a take
Punchline three: My flame's infernal but the lesson's clear
Light it, watch it burn off doubt — no need for fear
(Ad-libs: nah, yeah)
[Chorus] (×2)
Smoke a Joker — light the night, watch it glow
Infernal spark, eternal arc, we won't slow
Axe of truth, lighter in the sky, we rise
Face the shadow, watch the old disguise die
[Verse 2]
They talk in echoes, hollow like a broken crate
I respond in seismic lines, I recalibrate
Snare hits on two, heartbeat keeps the pace
I double-time the truth and leave no empty space
You come with plastic thunder, I come with tectonic fact
I dunk doubts on backboard, leave the scoreboard cracked
Punchlines land: my words are weight, your words are air
You built a paper fortress — I bring the truth to bear
Bouncing metaphors, my flow ricochets and climbs
I'm the sound that knocks the rust off apathy's rhymes
Lighter up, hands in the air — a ritual, a sign
We turn the crowd to constellations, every spark aligned
(Ad-libs: wave ’em high, wave ’em side to side)
[Bridge] (call & response)
Call: Who's the joker? Response: Smoke a joker!
Call: Who's the flame? Response: We don't sober!
Half-time hush, then double-time spit — escalate
I name the ghosts, I fold the past into my fate
(Ad-libs: yeah, yeah, hold up, uh)
[Verse 3 — Breakdown]
No gore, no gore — just metaphors that cut deep
I clean the mirrors, wake the sleepers from their sleep
Cemetery heads become names that teach the wise
Not trophies of gore, but warnings in disguise
Punchline one: You mouth a war, I publish peace instead
Punchline two: Your threat's a shadow — I illuminate the dread
Punchline three: I carve my path with grammar, not with pain
Sharper than an axe of stone, I etch my name in grain
(Ad-libs: sharp, cut, ha)
[Chorus] (×2)
Smoke a Joker — light the night, watch it glow
Infernal spark, eternal arc, we won't slow
Axe of truth, lighter in the sky, we rise
Face the shadow, watch the old disguise die
[Outro]
So when the night folds up and the echoes start to hum,
Remember lighter flame, remember where it came from.
Smoke a Joker — not of slaughter, but of spark
I turn your blackest edges into something you can mark.
(Ad-libs fade: yeah… smoke a joker, light the night)
[Production notes — for reference]
- Tempo: 90–
