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The Alchemist
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The Alchemist
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Let's go back to '97 Produced by The Alchemist F an introduction Cause if I state my name, you lames'll get to duckin You heard one rhyme and couldn't forget the substance Just a dosage on my vaccine will crack trees Turn the sun cold Frontwards fold the cap of your knees Eyes bloodshot you spit [?] Me lose a battle is about as slim as a Ethiopian's ribcage Freaking rap genius Who thinks otherwise can catch the black p*n*s and [?] They all shook Looking over they shoulder twice Kill a rapper in cold blood like a murderer throwing ice More than nice with the poetry, I'm courteous that creates pure nervousness Rappers ain't rappers no more they burglars Biting certain things I threw away Doctor gave me a prescription of wack emcees (This is a Libido Speedo exclusive) And half of y'all booty with a label that commits anal acts x2 What I'm spittin is written Armageddon to a degree So uh look out world, I hope you're ready for me Sick of these wack cats that rap that sound like I did if I backtrack That's wack, it's time to eliminate all this wack scrap Drop heavier than a fallin of bricks Crack eggs and yoke you jokers to get all of your mix My routine's fit for a king sittin thrones n***as scared to bust holes in me like I'm the ozone Poison radiates to the vinyl to the turntable plate Needle activates if the record breaks it can take your face Turn you into DJ Nicholas Cage, I'm John Travolta We can trade places exchange faces Who's laughing now Who's unconscious blacking out Glass jaw, throw bricks in a glove and smack your mouth You rappers stay 10 steps behind me My poetical slang could put you out of this game like Jumamji Shaolin monch of this rap world Those who egotistic, I put you down unzip my pants and release some liquids Guess I'm over your head you goin dry I got this on lock it's hard to pry My third eye is a third rail Shocking to hear what I spit out I don't chill I'm a recliner because I do flip out when it's time for some action Beyond every line I'm detachin Cats run and say "it's the bomb" x 2 What I'm spittin is written Armageddon to a degree So uh look out world, I hope you're ready for me Sick of these wack cats that rap that sound like I did if I backtrack That's wack, it's time to eliminate all this wack scrap
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