7. Smoke Machine
Words and Music by Inside Joke
Additional Vocals by G-Lova

It was the day after Halloween, the store had a sale
Cassius called me up said he found the Holly Grail
Well not exactly, but it's the next best thing
One for $10, yo it's a smoke machine!
I hopped in the car, got there as fast as I could
"Should We Get 2?" Yeah I think we should
Took them home--only one worked
But that's all we need to get the crowd bazerk
And that's what happened at our next show
The smoke came out and we bust out the door
Onto the stage, as if it was as on fire
Ski goggles to keep the smoke out of our eyes
As the smoke machine spit smoke with all its might
You'd thought we'd lit up a case of Marlboro Lights
Put the mic to my mouth and started to flow
Spitting mad lyrics through the fog and the smoke
Yeah, you couldn't see me though
Oxygen mask needed for folks on the front row
So much smoke filling up the stage
We caused Bill Meck to send out a fog delay.
Chorus:
Inside Joke moving onto the scene
Got the crowd hype with his smoke machine
All the ladies/fellas let me hear you scream (hey)
It's a smoke machine
Before we rock the mic we just flip the switch
Smoke fills up the stage like crime at Myrill Lynch
As I walk onto stage I can hardly breath
As the smoke from the machine starts to engulf me
And that's the way we like it, you best believe
That The Joke and Cassius Clay got a show to bring
To accompany our rhymes, this smoke machine is mine
Producing more smoke than Mamaw's kitchen at Christmastime
Uhh... You know we be bringing the smoke
Ain't no need to worry, we ain't taking a toke
Cause with this smoke machine, who needs weed?
The smoke smells better and it's safer to breath
Yeah! At least we're hoping so!
Our tour got more coffin than a funeral home
And we ain't gonna change, yeah you gonna choke
With this smoke machine, Cassius Clay, and Inside Joke
Chorus:
After our set, all the ladies in tears
Was it the smoke in their eyes or the base in their ears?
Not really sure, but what I do know
Is that they're all lining up begging for some more
So we bring this smoke machine to every show
Fill it up with fluid, hit the switch and watch it go
Until the stage is all filled
And all the people gasping for air and their tears start to spill
Now everybody in the biz trying to copy
From Kanye to Diddy, the rock group Daughtry
Now everybody has got to have smoke on their stage
And it's all because of me partner Cassius Clay
But you and me, we know who was first
We the boys that teach'em how the smoke machine works
And each and every show, class is in session
The more smoke the better--there's your first lesson...fool!