Artist/Band:
Alchemist
Lyrics for Song: Spudnik Webb
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Alchemist
Yeah, yeah, murder her wrote flow to this
Killer shit, torture verse, cannibal, handle
Here comes the sorcerer
Bout a dollar reverse ,
The rebirth of the bottom thieves
In my square, caught them and I shot them
Need to stat through the match I post
30 miles scouts, stone hands catholic robes
Not as this grown man, going in
Scar face fisherman, ,enter dimensional stargates sentences
I ,artist, from the power harness
Energy great kids, we meditate around our attics
Blast rifles, the last disciples
Splash like typhoons, it's back to the chippers
The jack the ripper knife you
Mentality murder mike moves
Light up the galaxy, his majesty slang
360 in a cycle, that's language
, uniform, heretic relic, , belongs to mobsters
Whenever you see them nigga, that's a museum
I do the trinity, cruising new bem, new bem
Black , true gem effect, for all I send
Hey yo, Chris cut ,vocals
Land lord of the super ogo
It's something thick like cocoa
I'm ice tea pimping these bars
My verse licks priceless
Mathematics equivalent to a cold icing
Crime villain, willing with a grain pilling spilling
Crush grapes out the sun, roof ceiling killing
Aim sniper like choppers, kick karate type
No helmet while I'm stunt on Ducatti bike
Evil con evil set up they ease of pain dripping
You can see the weapon is lethal Mel Gibson
Hope you get raped by a pack of niggas
Be lingering shit you say off of dark liquor
Brass monkey banana kush demand a push
, from hell's kitchen, the hammer cook
Fist flambé, 5 star lunching, I'm fundamentally sound
Tim Duncan
Plus city bus, to fuck bitches and blunts
Deluxe, , thinking that I'm god
Pretty much they not seeing me, I cannot be touched
They not feeling me like banks
But bitch be filling us like dranks
Like the ..bars,
Stacks stacks, back to back
Standards and smart chicks, dark spliffs
Niggas and , talk, fuck sparking another spliff
Till the sun's , making a photo with the,
This is smoke dope, packets of rap shit is a rap
I'm a Christmas tree, wrapping like gifts,
I don't pitch bricks, but I might pitch a brick at your ass
I keep them clips on a bag next to the sex and the cop
I switch my bitches more often,
Go get your cream, we're the flavor ,
With the greens and the leafs, ,smoking in front,
Fall long, bullets just long, this conversation all
The skyline New York ,
We're sick of cough, more pick her off,
Got the armor of steam, , zombie,
To fight for , you might wear a bag, this is diaper clean
Word falling death is, passes poisonous gases,
Sticking everything, I finish
May sound like mercenary,
Be crucified like the son of Mary
Truth told, through the stones,
And sing like canaries, ,
Extravagant peace princess,
Move with the,ring, ,
Slash on the fender when I tickle the scream
Salamander Beijing, leave , as the brown in my drink
Chef game season, , we ,scales form on the plate
Wars we initiate, ,
Most murder for the common mistake
Black mass masquerade,
Burn a mag in your face for the stash in the safe.
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