Alchemist, you me, man I'm the of nigga that write rhymes Right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the You what I'm sayin'?
Word, but I wanted to bring a of books To the studio today, man, I found these Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man I don't remember when I was writing these shits Or what's in these shits, man, probably a of bullshit Fuck it, 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 start else
Soul on ice, death given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been blessed I thought I was 'Cause I would overcome any task to
So there it is, I'ma prince, get slain Some do shit, swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is 'Vagina Monologue' It kinda supports theories of scary Who lie in the morgue
Rarely y'all come in contact the real Pun passed, he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo, said, "There's a few since music's expressions of life" Damn, I wish I took more to write in my Book of Rhymes
Oh shit, Tina, been for this bitch number, damn No, this is weak, this 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 Army is a that teach ya plights of conquest I wonder when I wrote this, nah weak The money's ya religion, sky's the limit, life Numbers is big business, makes the poor live
The glimmers of hope provoke without dollars to dream Through existence become wealthy, knowledge is king Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers hard luck Addicts and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety
Grow up watchin' well niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their Dangerous new cars was my for Nas my lips with Campophenique Still the ears wet, turned out to be pioneer's vets
Amongst hustlers, crack and liers and squares Nah, was weak there My people be projects or jail, never 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 stealin' shit I pump some Rick James with Teena Marie My Nina on me like Swoop, it's crap can't be my Book of Rhymes
This can't be my Book of Rhymes, this bullshit! My Book of Nah, neva that, fuck that, aww, why you Alchemist? Huh, you a nigga, nah, yeah My Book of
I'm tellin' you, come up with some new shit now Fuck that, write again now, fuck that I musta been high on some What the fuck is
Look, how we treat pregnancy, women in the Our values so low, our are no good Things our mothers told us, we heeded 'Cause now we need it, we older, able to
I'm jealous of you, how come you so 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 some say
I get 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star, not a in this world thus far But wait a minute, we need ya mother's attention I be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, kinda crazy