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Alchemist, you me, man
I'm the type of nigga that rhymes
Right on the spot in the studio 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 these shits
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, 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 niggas will conversate liers 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 thought I was
'Cause I would overcome any called to

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

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

Oh shit, Tina, been lookin' for this bitch number,
No, rhyme is weak, this is weak
I remember this bullshit, here
My of Rhymes
was a, what the fuck?

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

The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to
your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king
Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers with hard
Addicts and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my
Cops that shoot blacks is routine for

up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms
Beautiful ladies on their
Dangerous new cars was my for Nas
Rubbin' my lips 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 Harvard or
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 sue me, niggas 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 Rick James that Teena Marie
My Nina lean on me like Swoop, crap
This be my Book of Rhymes

This be my Book of Rhymes, writin' this bullshit!
My of Rhymes
Nah, that, fuck that, aww, why you laughin' Alchemist?
Huh, you a nigga, nah, yeah
My Book of

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

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

I'm of you, how come you so beautiful?
Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent while I'm stressin' shit
Aiyo, I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things your way
"Such a child", is what some say

I get upset 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 need ya mother's attention
I must be crazy, jealous of my own infant, kinda crazy