Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CBS, artist - The Alchemist. Album song The Cutting Room Floor 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ALC
Song language: English
CBS |
| Yo, yo Guess it’s time to make 'em see that I’m an M. C Know cats that got bodied for holdin' heat like Vitamin D Thinking intricately, but ain’t trickin while he Doing things that he still can’t believe |
| Like being able to round up all of our friends |
| Take a trip out to France |
| Our record is getting spins on the air for the fans |
| They screaming out all our chants while we give them the chance |
| We’re sleeping with all the tryna get with the camp |
| Nobody had our back, no support like I was spineless |
| Everyone knows we cold, why wouldn’t they want to sign us? |
| P.E. |
| popping like Sudafed |
| Know your worth, get a law suit, then sue the feds |
| Buddha blessed |
| Pass the Buddha to my boo in Budapest |
| Some might say I do the beast |
| But I just say I do the best |
| That I can |
| All pray like a when I attack |
| Know that things is heating up if you see us in Advanced shining like spectacles |
| Compared to the path of light they just spectacles |
| Highly unquestionable |
| For the credit that’s past incredible |
| Can never settle for less when the ruler stays magnanimous |
| And plus we got a can of that Cannabis |
| Blazin to the ways when every third world |
| Couldn’t see active thinkin' |
| But this is a mental state that’s cross-linking |
| Thoughts swimming 'til these wavelengths mix in Uplifing and leave a local listing |
| Power vocal missing when the illminded start spittin' |
| With shots of a cannon |
| Even with the shots of a Canon |
| Ain’t no cropping out the illustrated passion |
| & whether they brainstorm, I’m overcastin' |
| Still over asking if this is a total ransom |
| Just to total mansions |
| I’m a eat like a New York nigga spose' to Flow like a New York nigga spose' to Drop heat so they could smoke to Then reexamine pretentious connotations thats askin' |
| & Ask em if a real nigga rappin |
| Flying over cities, I’m in plane sight |
| Steering from the pilot’s chair |
| I see a thousand islands |
| Dressed like an Italian |
| Rare medallion 'round my neck |
| Put the pieces of that puzzle in the order |
| & Make sure you see the portrait |
| I’ll assault if you try & judge my thoughts without exploring 'em |
| The operation taking place before your corneas |
| Consolidate any shattered fragments and figments |
| We some misfits, so We cannot cooperate with corporates who ain’t popular |
| I can see the plane through my binoculars |
| Chop us down |
| Now there’s heavy where helicopters was |
| You can never stop the gun |
| Once the bullet pops, become a target then |
| He’ll figure out the picture from a Tommy Gun |
| Steelo was a rebelist |
| Sorting out the rest of it for change |
| Obama is the 47th president |
| Stay a young alchemist |
| Gold is on my pallet |
| Got my palace when these shackles slip |
| It’s Nyck |
| Oh no we can’t be stopped |
| We gon' keep on doing it Like it’s the only chance we got |
| The only chance we got |