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Alchemist, you me, man
I'm the of nigga that write rhymes
on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the track
You know I'm sayin'?

Word, but I to bring a couple of books
To the today, man, I found these shits
Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I don't even remember when I was these shits
Or what's in these shits, man, a bunch of bullshit
it, check it

How can I you when I can't trust me?
myself a old man, a O.G.
Some will conversate with liers all day, time pass
Nah, start somethin' else

Soul on ice, death threats given by
I guess livin' is prison you live around clowns
I'm hexed, cursed, I been blessed first
I thought I was
'Cause I would overcome any task to

So there it is, prince, I'ma get slain
Some do minor shit, swear on the top of they game
Ya rhymin' is called 'Vagina
It kinda theories of scary niggas
Who lie in the morgue

Rarely y'all come in contact with the
Since Pun passed, he was the last of sun I could feel
Yo, said, "There's a few left since music's of life"
Damn, I wish I took more time to write in my Book of

Oh shit, Tina, been lookin' for this number, damn
No, this is weak, this is weak
I remember bullshit, right here
My Book of
Gandhi was a, what the

Gandhi was a fool, nigga, fight to the
The US is a school that teach ya plights of conquest
I wonder when I wrote this, nah it's
The money's ya religion, sky's the limit, life
Numbers is big business, makes the poor live

The glimmers of hope provoke without dollars to dream
Through existence become wealthy, knowledge is king
Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers hard luck
Addicts and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my
Cops that shoot is routine for notoriety

Grow up watchin' well dressed with charms
Beautiful on their arms
Dangerous new was my fantasy for Nas
Rubbin' my lips Campophenique
Still behind the ears wet, turned out to be pioneer's

hustlers, crack sellers and liers and squares
Nah, was weak there
My people be projects or jail, never Harvard or
Pardon me, type in my two way while I'm my cell
It's to be iced up with Gucci, God, poverty's real

I fight you 'cause you would sue me, niggas be groupies
I see tryin' to make albums spittin' my style
And they even realize that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit
I pump some James with that Teena Marie
My Nina lean on me Swoop, it's crap
This be my Book of Rhymes

can't be my Book of Rhymes, writin' this bullshit!
My of Rhymes
Nah, neva that, that, aww, why you laughin' Alchemist?
Huh, you a funny nigga, nah,
My of Rhymes

I'm you, I'ma come up with some new shit now
that, I'ma write again now, fuck that
I musta been high on shit
the fuck is this?

Look, how we treat pregnancy, in the 'hood
Our values so low, our values are no
Things our told us, we shoulda heeded
now we need it, we older, almost able to

I'm of you, how come you so beautiful?
Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent while I'm this shit
Aiyo, I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come way
"Such a child", is what some say

I get upset I just want to be treated the way you are
Like a star, not a worry in world thus far
But a minute, we both need ya mother's attention
I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, crazy