Alchemist, you me, man I'm the type of nigga write rhymes Right on the spot in the soon as I hear the track You know I'm sayin'?
Word, but I wanted to bring a of books To the studio today, man, I these shits Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man I don't even remember when I was writing shits Or what's in these shits, man, probably a of bullshit Fuck it, it
How can I trust you I can't trust me? Picture a old man, a O.G. niggas will conversate with liers all day, time pass Nah, lemme somethin' else
Soul on ice, threats given by clowns I guess livin' is when you live around clowns I'm hexed, cursed, I been blessed first I thought I was 'Cause I would overcome any task to
So it is, I'ma prince, I'ma get slain do minor shit, swear they on the top of they game Ya is called 'Vagina Monologue' It kinda supports theories of scary Who lie in the morgue
Rarely y'all come in with the real Pun passed, he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo, said, "There's a few since music's expressions of life" Damn, I wish I took more to write in my Book of Rhymes
Oh shit, Tina, lookin' for this bitch number, damn No, this rhyme is weak, is weak I remember this bullshit, here My of Rhymes Gandhi was a, the fuck?
Gandhi was a fool, nigga, to the death The US Army is a school that teach ya of conquest I wonder when I this, nah it's weak The money's ya religion, sky's the limit, life is big business, makes the poor live trife
The glimmers of hope provoke those dollars to dream your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, with hard luck and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that blacks is routine for notoriety
Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas charms Beautiful ladies on their new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin' my lips with Still the ears wet, turned out to be pioneer's vets
Amongst hustlers, crack sellers and liers and Nah, that was weak My people be or jail, never Harvard or Yale Pardon me, type in my two way while I'm my cell hard to be iced up with Gucci, God, poverty's real
I can't fight you 'cause you would sue me, niggas be I see imitators to make albums spittin' my style And don't even realize that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's This can't be my Book of
This can't be my Book of Rhymes, writin' bullshit! My Book of Nah, that, fuck that, aww, why you laughin' Alchemist? Huh, you a funny nigga, nah, My of Rhymes
I'm tellin' you, come up with some new shit now Fuck that, I'ma write again now, fuck I musta been on some shit the fuck is this?
Look, how we treat pregnancy, women in the Our values so low, our are no good our mothers told us, we shoulda heeded 'Cause now we it, we older, almost able to
I'm jealous of you, how come you so Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent while I'm stressin' shit Aiyo, I you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way "Such a innocent child", is what say
I get 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star, not a in this world thus far But a minute, we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy, jealous of my own infant, kinda crazy