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Alchemist, you me, man
I'm the type of nigga that write
Right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the
You know what I'm

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 I was writing these shits
Or in these shits, man, probably a bunch of bullshit
Fuck it, it

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

on ice, death threats given by clowns
I guess is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been blessed
I I was abnormal
'Cause I would any task called to

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

y'all come in contact with the real
Since Pun passed, he was the last shine of sun I could
Yo, said, "There's a few since music's 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 rhyme is weak, is weak
I remember this bullshit, right
My of Rhymes
Gandhi was a, what the

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

The glimmers of hope provoke those dollars to dream
Through your become wealthy, knowledge is king
Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers hard luck
and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my society
Cops that blacks is routine for notoriety

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

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

I can't fight you 'cause you would sue me, be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make spittin' my style
And they don't realize that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit
I pump some James with that Teena Marie
My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's
This can't be my Book of

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

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

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

I'm jealous of you, how come you so
Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent I'm stressin' this shit
Aiyo, I envy you 'cause all you do is and things come your way
"Such a innocent child", is some say

I get upset 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, of my own baby infant, kinda crazy