Alchemist, you me, man I'm the type of that write rhymes on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the track You know what I'm
Word, but I to bring a couple of books To the studio today, man, I found these 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 it, check it
How can I trust you when I trust me? Picture a old man, a O.G. Some niggas will conversate with all day, time pass Nah, start somethin' else
Soul on ice, death threats given by I guess livin' is when you live around clowns I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been blessed I I was abnormal 'Cause I overcome any task called to
So there it is, I'ma prince, I'ma get Some do minor shit, swear they on the top of they Ya rhymin' is 'Vagina Monologue' It kinda supports theories of niggas Who should lie in the
Rarely y'all come in with the real Since Pun passed, he was the last shine of sun I feel Yo, said, "There's a few left music's expressions of life" Damn, I wish I more time 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 Book of was a, what the fuck?
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, the limit, live life is big business, makes the poor live trife
The glimmers of hope provoke without dollars to dream Through existence become wealthy, knowledge is king Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers with luck Addicts and fiends, prostitutes passin' for is my society Cops that shoot blacks is for notoriety
Grow up watchin' well niggas with charms Beautiful on their arms new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin' my lips with behind the ears wet, turned out to be pioneer's vets
Amongst hustlers, crack sellers and liers and Nah, that was weak My people be projects or jail, never or Yale Pardon me, in my two way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci, God, real
I fight you 'cause you would sue me, niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my And they don't even that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit I pump some Rick with that Teena Marie My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's can't be my Book of Rhymes
This can't be my Book of Rhymes, writin' bullshit! My Book of Nah, neva that, fuck that, aww, why you laughin' Huh, you a nigga, nah, yeah My of Rhymes
I'm tellin' you, I'ma come up some new shit now Fuck that, I'ma write again now, that I musta been high on shit What the 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' this Aiyo, I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come way "Such a child", is what some say
I get upset 'cause I want to be treated the way you are Like a star, not a in this world thus far But wait a minute, we both need ya mother's I must be crazy, jealous of my own infant, kinda crazy