Master of💨smoke

DüKRüE "Duck-Crew" - Master of💨smoke

I dodge, I weave, never show my hand.
Spinnin’ these words like grains in the sand.
You want the truth? But you can't hold tight.
I’ll keep on movin’, dancin’ out of sight.

You keep askin', I keep swervin', won't slow the flow.
Watch me flip syllables like they glow.
I’m elusive with the words, slick with the phrase.
Spinnin’ these rhymes till they blur and haze.

You want a straight line, but I curve the truth.
Never stay grounded, I’m slick and aloof.
The question you ask, I turn to a game.
Lost in the rhythm, I’m hard to frame.

But hold up, did you catch that spin?
Switch up the pace, and we’re back again.
Fast lane, slow lane, I drift and glide.
No one knows how I move inside.

Dodge and weave, watch me play with the light.
Mystery in motion, I slip outta sight.
You want the meaning, but I keep it surreal.
A master of the smoke, you can’t tell what’s real.

I take a step back, let the echo ride.
While you’re searchin’ for truth, I just slide.
No rush, no race, just vibes in the air.
You look for a path, but there’s none to compare.

You push for the truth, but it slips through the cracks.
I speak in a rhythm that never looks back.
No straight direction, just paths undefined.
I leave you in limbo, I’m free in my mind.

No need for the answers, I dance to my own.
A poet in motion, forever unknown.
I move with precision, yet never explain.
Lost in the riddles, you’re caught in the game.

Yeah, caught in the game, can’t find a way.
Words twistin' faster, you’re led astray.
But wait, feel the pulse, it’s about to blow.
Hold your breath—now here we go!

Dodge and weave, watch me play with the light.
Mystery in motion, I slip outta sight.
You want the meaning, but I keep it surreal.
A master of the smoke, you can’t tell what’s real.

I break it down now, slow the track.
Pull the words apart and bring ‘em back.
You wanna see through the fog I laid?
Good luck with the puzzle I’ve just made.

I drift in the dark, no need to stay still.
You seek the truth, but I bend it at will.
With a flair for the cryptic, I move outta view.
Good luck catchin’ what you thought that you knew.