Alchemist, you me, man I'm the type of nigga write rhymes Right on the spot in the studio as I hear the track You what I'm sayin'?
Word, but I wanted to bring a 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 writing shits Or what's in shits, man, probably a bunch 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 liers all day, time Nah, lemme somethin' else
Soul on ice, threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you around clowns I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been first I thought I was 'Cause I would overcome any called to
So there it is, prince, I'ma get slain Some do minor shit, swear they on the top of game Ya is called 'Vagina Monologue' It kinda theories of scary niggas Who should lie in the
Rarely y'all come in contact with the Since Pun passed, he was the shine of sun I could feel Yo, said, "There's a few since music's expressions of life" Damn, I wish I took more time to in my Book of Rhymes
Oh shit, Tina, been for this bitch number, damn No, rhyme is weak, this is weak I this bullshit, right here My of Rhymes was a, what the fuck?
Gandhi was a fool, nigga, fight to the The US Army is a school that 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 those dollars to dream Through your existence wealthy, knowledge is king and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends, prostitutes for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for
Grow up well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on arms new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin' my lips Campophenique Still behind the 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 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 would sue me, niggas be I see imitators tryin' to albums spittin' my style And they 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 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 Book of
I'm tellin' you, come up with some new shit now Fuck that, I'ma 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 are no good 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 your way "Such a innocent child", is some say
I get upset 'cause I 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 must be crazy, jealous of my own infant, kinda crazy