- The Alchemist 1985 歌詞
- Freddie Gibbs The Alchemist
- My brother said, 'Dont say that'
I said, 'Fuck that, Im gon get a whoopin anyway!
It dont make no goddamn difference'
Fuck that, Im not goin to find shit
What your mom say? 'Take the garbage out, what the fuck?'
(Yeah) Yeah, dont lose the beat motherfucker
Take the garbage out
Yeah-yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level, nigga, what
Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Finna up the flows to the God level, nigga, what
Yeah, check-check
Yeah, mic check-check
Yeah, nigga, check-check
Yeah, bitch, check-check
Yeah, yeah
Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin (Yeah)
Hit a bitch with that extended clip or that revolver
Shitll serve the same purpose (Bang, bang)
Geekers beamin up to Scotty in my crack lobby
I can smell the caine burnin
Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus
Put them Fin Xs on your clowned ass
Catch a nigga up and leave him down bad
I go get a pack and take a nigga town
And fuck his bitches with my out -of-town ass
Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki
Rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi
Drop the check on the bitch
Man, these niggas be lookin like baby mommas in these Maseratis
Bitch, I fuck up your face with a razor
How I make sure your motherfuckin family cant view your body
Nigga thuggin and shit, put my blood in this shit
Prick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati)
Joe Pesci, push your product
You niggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic
On the run like Assata, so fuck the police
As a nigga be chillin in the hotbox (Hoppin out the box)
Police caught him with a whole thang
Now they snitchin man, whole gang workin
Gangland, made a lane in it
Dip my name in it, its some gang murder
All my reps in the crack files, bitch, I got em up out the vault
Im the reason your mama be smokin that Brillo
And be rippin them contenders off (Them contenders off)
Geekers beamin up to Scotty in my crack lobby
I can smell the caine burnin
Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie caine, itll be a gang murder
1985, Michael Jordan, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus
Flow God level, like when HOV speak
I make a song weep, I got the game hurt
Bitch, yeah-yeah
Flow God level, like when HOV speak
I make a song weep, I got the game hurt
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, check-check
Check-check
Check-check
Check-check
Niggas need a check-check, yeah
We got everybody in the house, tonight
Ill wait for my DJ to get ready
Nah
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