Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Alchemist , by - eLZhi. Song from the album Witness My Growth, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.07.2019
Record label: GLOW365LLC
Song language: English
The Alchemist |
| Let’s go back to '97 |
| Produced by The Alchemist |
| F an introduction |
| Cause if I state my name, you lames’ll get to duckin |
| You heard one rhyme and couldn’t forget the substance |
| Just a dosage on my vaccine will crack trees |
| Turn the sun cold |
| Frontwards fold the cap of your knees |
| Eyes bloodshot you spit |
| Me lose a battle is about as slim as a Ethiopian’s ribcage |
| Freaking rap genius |
| Who thinks otherwise can catch the black penis and |
| They all shook |
| Looking over they shoulder twice |
| Kill a rapper in cold blood like a murderer throwing ice |
| More than nice with the poetry, I’m courteous |
| that creates pure nervousness |
| Rappers ain’t rappers no more they burglars |
| Biting certain things I threw away |
| Doctor gave me a prescription of wack emcees |
| (This is a Libido Speedo exclusive) |
| And half of y’all booty with a label that commits anal acts |
| What I’m spittin is written Armageddon to a degree |
| So uh look out world, I hope you’re ready for me |
| Sick of these wack cats that rap that sound like I did if I backtrack |
| That’s wack, it’s time to eliminate all this wack scrap |
| then call me a |
| Drop heavier than a fallin of bricks |
| Crack eggs and yoke you jokers to get all of your mix |
| My routine’s fit for a king sittin thrones |
| Niggas scared to bust holes in me like I’m the ozone |
| Poison radiates to the vinyl to the turntable plate |
| Needle activates if the record breaks it can take your face |
| Turn you into DJ Nicholas Cage, I’m John Travolta |
| We can trade places exchange faces |
| Who’s laughing now |
| Who’s unconscious blacking out |
| Glass jaw, throw bricks in a glove and smack your mouth |
| You rappers stay 10 steps behind me |
| My poetical slang could put you out of this game like Jumamji |
| Shaolin monch of this rap world |
| Those who egotistic, I put you down unzip my pants and release some liquids |
| Guess I’m over your head you goin dry |
| I got this on lock it’s hard to pry |
| My third eye is a third rail |
| Shocking to hear what I spit out |
| I don’t chill I’m a recliner because I do flip out when it’s time for some |
| action |
| Beyond every line I’m detachin |
| Cats run and say «it's the bomb» |
| What I’m spittin is written Armageddon to a degree |
| So uh look out world, I hope you’re ready for me |
| Sick of these wack cats that rap that sound like I did if I backtrack |
| That’s wack, it’s time to eliminate all this wack scrap |