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

Word, but I wanted to a couple 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 these shits
Or what's in these shits, man, a bunch of bullshit
Fuck it, it

How can I trust you when I trust me?
myself a old man, a O.G.
Some niggas conversate with liers all day, time pass
Nah, lemme start else

Soul on ice, death given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live clowns
I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been 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 is called 'Vagina Monologue'
It kinda theories of scary niggas
Who lie in the morgue

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

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

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

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

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

Amongst hustlers, crack and liers and squares
Nah, that was there
My people be projects or jail, Harvard or Yale
me, type in my two way while I'm chargin' my cell
It's hard to be up with Gucci, God, poverty's real

I can't fight you 'cause you sue me, niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make albums my style
And they don't even realize that I notice they Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James with that Teena
My Nina lean on me like Swoop, crap
This be my Book of Rhymes

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

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

Look, how we pregnancy, women in the 'hood
Our values so low, our values are no
Things our mothers 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 stressin' this
Aiyo, I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things your way
"Such a child", is what some say

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