Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Turning Point, artist - The Alchemist. Date of issue: 10.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Turning Point |
| Swab the deck, Indian Ocean |
| Ibuprofen, pies are broken the safe’s pried open |
| I boasted while the duck got roasted |
| And posted, my jacket was poached, I provoked it |
| Fifth on the hip bone |
| Flip a hippo, then hit the bitch stroll |
| Wrist glow like, disco lights, Morris Day |
| Michael Knight, I’m wearing fahrenheit, a rare knight |
| Bite the pear when it’s ripe |
| The old banana in the tail pipe |
| The fishscale’s white, the hammer’s held tight |
| Didn’t polite, we’ll snipe the throne out in the turnpike |
| Uh, burn a joint, I’m at my turning point |
| Tryna earn points, the herb we burnt was turquoise |
| Maneuver the leg, black lens, metal Medusa head |
| Le Coq Sportif, leather rooster egg |
| Triple beam balance between fabric |
| Established, fucking on a king size mattress |
| Good with the iron, I’m a blacksmith |
| Real tactics, resort to pay street taxes |
| Armani sense at the barber with pimps |
| A french peppermint, 85 percent’s mescaline |
| I went to sketch the next testament |
| The nectar was sipped, I slipped dick in a specimen |
| Blocks is desolate, we still hustle though (Have a blast) |
| Move weight, it’s conducive to muscle growth |
| Double the gross, fuck a humble approach, in coach |
| Light up the roach and spit a bundle of dope |
| Colorful coats, cope |
| The gold spirit was evoked, I can feel it gettin' close |
| You hear that? |
| What’s that? |