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

Word, but I wanted to bring a couple of
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 shits, man, probably a bunch of bullshit
it, check it

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

on ice, death threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison you live around clowns
I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been first
I thought I was
I would overcome 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 rhymin' is 'Vagina Monologue'
It kinda supports of scary niggas
Who lie in the morgue

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

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

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

The of hope provoke those without dollars to dream
Through your existence wealthy, knowledge is king
Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers with luck
Addicts and fiends, prostitutes for teens is my society
Cops that shoot blacks is for notoriety

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

Amongst hustlers, sellers and liers and squares
Nah, that was weak
My be projects or jail, never Harvard or Yale
Pardon me, type in my two way while I'm my cell
It's hard to be 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 albums spittin' my
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, crap
This be my Book of Rhymes

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

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

Look, how we treat pregnancy, women in the
Our values so low, our values are no
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 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 worry in this world far
But wait a minute, we both need ya attention
I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, crazy