The Alchemist

[fox69]

"On Sight"
(feat. Tha Dogg Pound & The Lady Of Rage)



[Daz Dillinger:]
A nigga starvin' at home but with an appetite built for destruction
Get it off your chest, nigga, cock it and bust it
On sight, we rushin', AK's from Russia
We the niggas you love to hate 'cause we jammin', now fuck 'em
Explode on them assholes, enter the danger zone
Where the weather's so cold
I told the story, again and again
On how it goes down way back when
You see, cause told cause, now cause caught a slug
Then cause came back and gave it like it was
Now it's some nigga dead, 187 in progress
Now niggas know 'round here not to start shit

[Kurupt:]
Murder, murder, cock the burner, dump it and slide, nigga
That Dogg Pound Gangsta shit bump in my ride, nigga
Me and my brother Draws, dippin' around the 'Shaw
Me and my brother Hump, got the semi and pump
Pushin' for the frontline, hit 'em up from behind
Hit 'em up every time, kindly cop, on the dot
Swoop and Lil G Rock, let's go get the money route
And see what the fuck these bitch niggas really talkin' 'bout
Me and my nigga Daz always out to get the cash
Soon as you see them niggas, you should just duck and dash
Before we come out with the nina, fly, buck and flash
Motherfuck it, Daz, hit the fire, cock, buck and blast

[Daz Dillinger & Kurupt:]
We gon' ride, we gon' smash
We gon' get 'em, we gon' blast
We gon' ride, we gon' smash
We gon' get 'em, we gon' blast
Yeah, fuck y'all niggas, we gon' ride tonight
We gon' catch these niggas slippin'
Get to dumpin', get to chippin'
Get to pancake and chicken flippin'
Making money off some bitches
Die or die tryin', ride tonight

[Lady of Rage:]
Now, now, get with this deadly fixin'
Step into mama's kitchen
And you want I'm fixin'? Raw spittin'
Flow like a locomotive, don't act like you ain't notice
You tryin' to see me, you best'a readjust your focus
No one could be as dope as, no one but me that wrote this
Come on, you gotta quote it
My guns, I keep 'em loaded
Noted but bitchy, thoughts, this industry is wishy-washy
Been a long time but my rhymes make you forget me nada
Bucks 'em down with my underground tactics
Batten down the hatches, Cali is active
But still sleepin' on us like we was a cushy mattress
But I'm about to stick it to 'em like a bushy cactus
And then strike 'em like a book of matches
Watch my flame, you are not my name
When it comes to my spit game, remember I'm that dame
Lyrical murderer, ain't shit changed, bang

[Daz Dillinger & Kurupt:]
We gon' ride, we gon' smash
We gon' get 'em, we gon' blast
We gon' ride, we gon' smash
We gon' get 'em, we gon' blast
Yeah, fuck y'all niggas, we gon' ride tonight
We gon' catch these niggas slippin'
Get to dumpin', get to chippin'
Get to pancake and chicken flippin'
Making money off some bitches
Die or die tryin', ride tonight

 

[fox69]

"On The Rise"
(performed with The Dogg Pound)



[Kurupt & Daz:]
We bringing to life Dogg Pound Gangstas
Me and Dat Nigga Daz-what's up, Daz?
What's up, Kurupt, man?
We back doin' it up again, man, you know'm'sayin'?
Big Snoop Dogg ride the train
Soopafly, Nate Dogg, let's ride, homie

[Kurupt:]
Life without the Pound is turned upside down
Had to take a look around and take two steps out
My body just to take a look at what I'm in now
What I been through, what I been around

[Daz Dillinger & Kurupt:]
We unfadeable, back up on a mission where we left off
Taking more losses, you'll be lying in the coffin
Flossin' the heaters, shiny two-seater
You know me and my homie stay G'd up, from the feet up
Me and my nigga Daz, the Glock and the mask
Cock it and blast, cock and popped in the stash, look

[Soopafly:]
Now we on this brand new 2006 shit
The movement: Dogg Pound Gangsta reunion
Daz, Kurupt; Kurupt and Daz
Back on the block, from corners to aves
Stay ready to smash

[Daz Dillinger & Kurupt:]
The Doggs are B-A-C-C, strapped, leave ya shell-shocked
From handheld Glock-who else could get popped?
Lay ya flat, vicious when I attack-brraatt!
From my 9 millimeter rat-a-tat-tat
Never serious, and I'm seriously ridin'
Chippin' is gonna take a fat pushin' and slidin'
That boy sharp, floatin' like an arc in the wind
Dillinger and Young Gotti in this bitch again

[Soopafly & Kurupt:]
Gangstas, G's, yeah, we thugs on the rise
Dogg Pound Gangstas 'til the day that we die
We make it happen, keep it crackin', money stackin'
Make a pact and just ridin' through the streets on D's, the DP's
Gangstas, G's, yeah, we thugs on the rise
Dogg Pound Gangstas 'til the day that we die
We make it happen, keep it crackin', money stackin'
Make a pact and just ridin' through the streets on D's, the DP's

[Daz Dillinger:]
I keep it crackin', keep it jumpin', never slippin' 'cause I'm dumpin'
If you funny-acting, nigga, yeah, we might get up to somethin'
Get beat down, rolled up, stomped out with Chuck
Dogg Pound, homie, all up in the cut
A terror, the mayhem is tragedy, cuh
Blue mask, blue gloves, I'm a G-G-G-G thug, nigga

[Soopafly:]
Take a ride on this West Coast gangbang expedition
Worldwide on a gangsta mission
Daz, Kurupt; Kurupt and Daz, back on that ass
First that buck, first to get smashed

[Kurupt:]
I got an ounce of some bomb, rollin' through Vietnam
Got some hash in the stash, orange and chocolate Thai
That 2005 orange and chocolate Thai
That shit that put elephants to sleep on the side
I got a Caprice, me and Soopafly Priest
D-A-Z, Big Snoop, Nate, Rage, and Warren G
Taking trips to Thailand, all sorts of islands
Doing movies, bitches in jacuzzis
All hood

[Kurupt & Daz:]
Dogg Pound Gangstas
Yeah, we in the muthafuckin' house right about now
Daz and Kurupt, Dogg Pound Gangstas
Put your muthafuckin' hands in the air
Swerve from left to right, right to left
Is y'all muthafuckas ready?
Let's get busy in this muthafucka
Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound)
Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound Gangstaz)
Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound)
Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound Gangstas)

 

[fox69]

"One Never Knows"
(feat. Lake)



[NAS]
In my darkest days lighting up the rightous smoke
Cause I'm dealing with this thug life crisis and cant cope
Niggas on my dick beef don't stop
Niggas asking what happed to the Firm
Did you and AZ bone Fox? No
How was it working with Dre though?
Heard you was fucking Lil Kim and Mary J, Whoa , the list goes on
There is rumors that Brandy broke my heart
The world want to know what's in the life of the prettiest Don
Nas, was Jay fucking with your baby mom's?
Was she involved with a plot, to deceive my perfect degrees of
Three hundred and sixty, he ugly she pretty that's life
Never been married eloped with dope; Music's my wife
It's true, me and 2 PAC once steped to each other
Confronted our like's and dislike's in front of Suge Knight, we left it as brothers
As a child pop's blew his weed in my face, results, mixing ether with base
I'm the rebel to America, less is the nasal voice chipped tooth bastard
What your hearing is a replica
I never had a clue, that all you dudes should be in dresses
Double edges playing both sides of the fences

[Chorus: Nas & Lake]
Where my soul going to go when my ditch is dug?
One never knows do one
The things that I've seen in the streets I'm from
One never knows do one
The stuff that I've done what I've become
One never knows do one
Am I crazy what they make me out to be or what?
One never knows...

[LAKE]
The streets say what up wit Lake, not showin his face
And did he really shoot at the Jake's?
When he just came home, and dude shot at Capone, for his necklace
Why was Lake name mentioned?
Was he reppin on the island taking phone time?
Did he get Prodigy his chain back in "99"?
Who's writing his rhymes? He is
Do he be with Kingpin like Delson and Jesus, What was he thinking?
On Revolutionary Warfare when he said, He's a modern day Hitler
Did he shoot more niggas, Than every dude in QueensBridge?
Why his last case made the daily news in June?
Do he have the strength to unify heads from BX to Harlem?
Who did he stomp and walk naked in his Projects?
Did he get shot in his chest, never fall with no vest on shoot duke and walk off

[Chorus]

[NAS & LAKE]
[N] A yo these niggas don't understand me
[N] There's going to be a murder my reason insanity
[N] The acts in the involvement with a homicide Nas
[N] Who did you shoot at the time when you could've got robbed?
[N] Do you call yourself a prophet of God?
[N] Did your hood set fire to your car in your project's in '95'?
[N] Did Jungle shoot up the club lately?
[N] Did Jungle kidnap Philly's Most Wanted, then they drove him to his safety?
[L] Yo, what happened to Puffy and Steve Stoute?
[L] Why did they scuffle with champane bottles smashing, what was it about?
[N] My video nailed to the cross
[N] Now Stoute started hating me, hanging with my enemies
[L] They ask everyday on my block
[L] How did I survive in ? by keeping it gangsta, why Nas
[L] Did you leave a clothes company after you made it millions?
[N] Cause Esco's weak I start a new line a ILL one

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Perfectionist"
(feat. Rick Ross and Meek Mill)



[Rick Ross:]
Hustle out of necessity, father never corrected me
Streets showed me no sympathy, Audemar my accessory, huh
Never accurate, I'm aiming at your Acura, yeah
Heart rate accelerate on other amateurs

[Meek Mill:]
And I murder anything in my parameter
If they disrespect us we slide on them like a banister
Dodging fed cameras, balling like fuck stamina
Block doing numbers, I graduated to manager

[Rick Ross:]
Bricks in the Maybach, bricks in the Escalade
Bricks on Brickell, we got bricks in the bay
San Fran bricks got bricks in L.A
Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on this plane

[Meek Mill:]
And my nigga Brick on his way, just did a dime for a brick of the Yay'
I'm switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay
Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay

[Rick Ross:]
All my women photogenic they never depreciate
Pop up in ya city, it's strictly about the cake
Quarters to half's on my road to the riches
All real niggas just playing different positions

[Meek Mill:]
Ross gon be the quarterback, I'mma run this quarter back
Feds try to intercept a nigga like a corner back
Make a nigga pay a couple birds to get his daughter back
Get the dirty money, clean it all up at the Laundromat

[Rick Ross:]
I'm allergic to failure, heroin paraphernalia
Frank Lucas furs at the fight on my cellular
Ball like Mayweather, Don King at the register
I stack chedder, it's etcetera, etcetera

[Meek Mill:]
I'm addicted to winning, pretty women and spinnin'
Ferragamo and linen, a nigga start and he finish
D.A. label me menace, mama call me a king
So therefore I'm dropping soon like Tyson was in the ring hah

[Rick Ross:]
Coca-cola minx, Canary yellow stones
I'mma stunt if it mean I gotta break a bone
Me and Meek Milly in the hood on chrome
Double-M G and we 20 million strong

[Meek Mill:]
Don't matter if it's chess or checkers cause it's all blocks (bricks)
I'm in this 911 Porsche with a bald spot
No roof, fresh off the car lot
And we don't call cops nigga, we just call shots

[Rick Ross:]
Fuck the competition I bury the cock-a-roaches
Faint when you see what I pull up out the holster
Can't even breath, remember what yo mama told ya
We the real g's and the well paid soldiers

[Meek Mill:]
So if you niggas scared, call the feds up
We taking over I'm just giving niggas heads up
We shoot 'em down, just to let 'em know we dead up
8 figure nigga, tell the labels, give that bread up
MMG, bitch, Maybach Music, we just do shit like this for no reason
No pen, no pad flow
Wale in the building

 

[fox69]

"Power Ballad"
(feat. Smoke Dza)



[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Money talks, so shut the fuck up and listen
You fuckin' kids in intermission, I'm in pro-position
And you're in no position, I'm itchin' to close-in in it
Zone and kill it, close, conceal it, leave that bitch with no forensics
Bitch, it's not a stain on me little homie
You don't know me, better know your role Jebroney, little phony
Tryin' to clone me, I'm my only
Like I'm Kobe in the post, you can't control me
Spittin' scriptures, niggas feel like I'm holy
Niggas know he bound to be a problem in this rap shit
I snap bitch, my stats went from average to classic
Went H.A.M. and did damage, y'all mans will get sandwiched
My plan is the planet where the middle of my hand is
Alpha male, you niggas do what you manage
I'm shootin' for the stars, really feelin' like I can't miss
My flow is Australian money, bruh, you can't rip
Keep it live, smokin', gettin' high until I'm dead, bitch

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Right, KushedGod in this mu' fucka
Right, I smoked the whole jar like oh Lord, au revoir
Girl scout cookie and not them little hoes, y'all
Talkin' that west coast, I got it from my home boy
I hate green weed like Guru fans hate Solar
Got no respect for it like a grown man with a mohawk
Or a big mouth with no heart or a black bitch with a nose job
Just some shit I don't go for
I don't really give a fuck 'bout offendin', just my opinion
Ill nigga, full off philepe chow an I'm ventin'
Tryin' to gas this Asian broad for a BJ and a happy endin'
Still pitchin' like I'm in the ninth innin'
I'm a closer, I'm Mariano with the flow, bruh
See me suited, five panels with the bears on 'em
Every bar they Ric Flairin' for 'em, DZA

[Outro:]
Okay, I got a little somethin' somethin'
We gon' crush it down, roll 'em up, and offer it to her
And see how she act about it, right?

 

[fox69]

"Praise Him"


His glory is in it this house
If you want healing
If you want deliverance
If you want a touch
Get his glory
Reach out
Reach out
Praise him
Praise ye the lord
Praise him
Praise him
The devil don't like it
But the devil is a liar
Can't nobody do you like the lord
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Praise him
Praise him
Praise him

 

[fox69]

"Press Conference Prelude"


"My husband and I thank you for coming to our training quarters today"

"What does all this do to enhance performance?"

"It makes a man a better man...
A great athlete a super athlete by harnessing all his strength...
We wish to educate your country"

"There have been rumors of blood doping and widespread distribution of anabolic steroids in the Soviet Union. Has Drago partaken in any such experiments?"

"No, no, Ivan is naturally trained"

 

[fox69]

"Professional Style"
(feat. Alche)



[Intro: AZ]
Y'all know what it is...
Brooklyn's finest!
Wild money zone!
AZ... Alchemist!
Doin' what I do best... what y'all can't do!
I'm 'bout to hop on the biggest muhfuckin' boat ever!
The Queen Mary...
'Bout to cross the muhfuckin' Mediterranean.
Y'all motherfuckers at war!

[AZ:]
Cruise ships sail out, - inmates bail out!
D's flipped my day one, dog; we finally fell out!
Identifyin' bodies at morgues, I need rest!
I pro'ly with the faces enforced with weed breath.
Patron out my pores keep you feelin' the vibe, I'm 'noyed!
No hog! I'm concealin' my cries, avoid.
Manic-depress' shit, - Hannibal Lect-ic;
Let off a few shots dip, - ran through the exit!
[Breathing hard] I'm too old for this!
All these diamonds in these wrists-es and my necklaces-es
Supposed to be 9 digits up, - effortless;
But it's like I been posessed by "The Exorcist".
Forgive me! - No Emmy's or roleplay here,
Just a Bentley 2-door with the cold-faced stare;
So, YEAH! (YEAH!) - Cool, whatever.
Blunts, bottles or broads nigga do whatever!
Blood, bullets or war'll be the move forever,
Single solo or crew send them dudes to dead ya!
Yes, sir! Haha! - Professional style,
Truly, I ain't apply my pressure game in a while.
Ruly I'm really moody; - aggress only foul,
Disconnected now, so press redial! - I'm gone!

[Outro: AZ]
Alc'!
It's all good... straight from the heart!
I speak it, I live it, I love it!
New album comin' soon!
AZ... Alchemist...
"Chemistry Files"!
Add it up, dunn! [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Prophecy"


[Verse 1:]
It's heavy as Heaven I'm working like 7-11
And my thoughts getting hectic, in need of a blunt and excedrin
Niggas gon' hate but it's only nature so fuck it I let 'em
Shit, I'm just focused on the goal cause' I know where I'm headed
If I could help it, I'mma die a legend
Live a wild life, die hard, and let my children tell it
Shit, I'm closer to my dreams, bruh, I can even smell it
So close sometimes I even notice that my friends are jealous
Whoever knew it'd be this hard, breaking in on this rap shit
Left college to try to feed momma so I can't quit
In the midst of these niggas just flakin' like they dandruff
I'm a real nigga, break again and check my stance bitch
Pinky ring blingin', I got the juice now
Ball in my court so sport's playin' the truth now
Let a nigga loose, now you fools sayin' he too wild
I'm a new child who turn booths into Nuketown
This is prophecy nigga

[Verse 2:]
You determine what your future holds
So get up off that bullshit you niggas on, make a husle, get this dough
I knew ten years ago this nigga's flow was meant to blow
Now I'm in my zone and you niggas slow, I'm shiftin' go
I'm never lookin' back, in fact I'm driftin' on a different road
Still stickin' to the script, you niggas will never get my soul
I don't make records for radio play, nigga no
But still the inspiration for niggas who ever lived it bro
You can make it nigga, just get your mind right
And get your grind tight and attack whenever the time's right
Even non-patients still blinded by the limelight
Waitin' for the moments I been hopin' like my whole life
I'm ridin' nigga, 'til the world ends
With a gang of kush and my favorite girlfriend
Days are seemin' like I'm caught up in a whirlwind
I'm puttin' work in and I ain't even catch my first win

[Outro:]
Be not afraid of greatness
Some men are born great, some achieve greatness
And others have greatness thrown upon them
William Shakespeare

 

[fox69]

"R.I.P."
(feat. Havoc & Raekwon)



[Prodigy:]
Nobody can't stop our reign
I don't bend, I don't break
Too much dough to ever go broke
Too much flow, I'm not no fluke
Too much champagne to use flutes
I'm straight from the bottle like a genie hoop
Grant you death wishes
I don't dance, I just do this
Burn it down, I smell Piff
I post it up
Like an advertisment for a gangsta flick
She like that, I'm smoother
She's used to dudes trying to seduce her
I tell her straight up let's move towards the exit
So I can put her high-heeled shoes up
On the roof of the hard head coupe
She want me for me, and you for loot
You goof troop, I'm all
Throughout the globe, you're a local star
Stay in your lane and get folded
Wrapped up like tour bus promotion
You're a flop, when your album drop
It's like dropping a brick into the ocean

R-A-W

[Havoc:]
Daytime drama, niggas get soaked
Washed up good, blood stained clothes
I'm OD reckless
Out of left field my team'll just wet this
You ain't gotta like it but respect it
You ain't gotta fight it, just let it
What's good, everything Gucci 'til
I gotta give to them raw like sushi bill
Nigga get his kufi pealed
I'm that nigga, bitches choose me still
And them same hoes ya'll open off
Left my penthouse with a swollen jaw
I'm everything you can't be it's hopeless
Like a penny with a hole in it, oh shit
Worthless, and I'm just perfect
On purpose, Hav at your service

R-A-W

[Raekwon:]
Any towels out there B?
Bring your album out nigga
Come on B
I'm foul with a gorgeous neck
Dusted and style, a half moon caesar
Al protect me
Bruce Lee glasses in the Aston
Sniffing a half a glass of Coke
Wild out for last year
Money stronger, Benz longer
Jetting to the Teeter Barrel
Two sprinters along
Ghost catch me in your pocket
Other than that, up in the stockage
Wool ridge jacket on the pop bitch
No funny money, my bunny Colombian
Thick back, grey eyes, and she got no stomach
Pull out the wiper and sweep
Drop it out the window
My kin'll blow you right to sleep
We professionals dickhead, grabbing our testicles
Who wanna battle, bring your burners and geckos
I'm sure to have fun on you young niggas
I'm not a hater, or can't stand on my man to man 'em