The Alchemist

[fox69]

"Stocking Cap"


[Saigon]
You bad?
Keep kicking that soldier shit and I'll unload a clip
Put a fucking hole in your DU-RAG
You don't wanna fight me, hype me, motherfucker and got touched
Motherfucker that's too bad
You wanted to play thug, took the trey-8 slug
And now you using a doo-doo bag
Family first and that's til the day I'm under the earth, bitch look

[Verse]
Yo, I be guzzling some henny and listening to Many Men
Smoking some bud that got me red like an Indian
When 50 say Many Men, wish death 'pond him
Feel him cause I know some kids that wish they did me in
But they couldn't get me though
And now they see me, and Al creep slow
For a G in the video
And niggaz hating our guts, cause they know
In the face where they girls probably taken our nuts
My name Saigon nigga, I get any chick that I got my eye on nigga
Stronger than corn liquor
Nah I'm not a battle rapper
You talk shit and I'm a run this razor across your adams apple
I stand 5'7 and a quarter, but boy when I reach for that thing
I'm taller than Yao Ming
Peddi P's mac goes "Bling" my mac goes "BLAT"
I hit you in your hat take that

[Chorus x2]
This gun - And you can get popped with that
So bitch run - When I cock it back
Cause you know if I cock the gat, I'm a put a few holes in your stocking cap

[verse]
Spit liver, not the kid you want to bother
Your mom's child destiny, well I'll be her survivor
I was a robber, before I heard of Big Poppa
The dirty nigga in school with tools in his locker
Can't forget the Vodka, dime bag of shocker
Couple of sharp things that'll send you to see the doctor
Who am I - S to the A to the I and
When they say I bust that iron, they ain't lyin
Niggaz who know me, know
Go ask them, say "Sai his gun blow" they say "Oh, for sure"
I can tell you mad shit that I did
And some shit that I got away with
But my lawyers advice me not to say shit
To keep shit basic, niggaz play sick we can all get ill
I'm jacking my man Jason
If I'm a thug or not I ain't got to rhyme bout
C'mon come fuuck with a nigga and find out

[Chrous x2]
This gun - And you can get popped with that
So bitch run - When I cock it back
Cause you know if I cock the gat, I'm a put a few holes in your stocking cap

You bad
Keep kicking that soldier shit and I'll unload a clip
Put a fucking hole in your DU-RAG
You don't wanna fight me, hype me, motherfucker and got touched
Motherfucker that's too bad
You wanted to play thug, and took the trey-8 slug
And now you using a doo-doo bag
Family first and that's til the day I'm under the earth, bitch look

 

[fox69]

"Strength Of Pain"
(feat. Chinky)



When I was younger
I thought my life would be easy
Always had my parents to guide me
From the cold world they could not make me see
I had no worries
Anything I wanted was there for me
My friends wishing they could be like me
With the diamond rings and the baby Gucci

I'm thinking of the good old days
When all of my life was fun and games
And all I had to do was think of me
No stress, no responsebilities
I won't cry any longer
All of my pain made me stronger
I'll do the best to maintain
That happiness that I remember

Why d'you leave me, tell me why you left me
Innocence as a child so easy
Why d'you leave, tell me why you left me
Daddy why d'you leave me? Mommy why d'you leave me?
Why d'you leave me, tell me why you left me
Innocence as a child so easy
Why d'you leave, tell me why you left me
Daddy why d'you leave me? Mommy why d'you leave me?

Life as a teenager
Started moving oh, so rapidly
Took my mom and my pops away from me
God was rolling, and I could not see why
They had to leave me
Who would have thought that this could be
My life was turning unbeliveably
This could not be happening to me

I'm thinking of the good old days
When all of my life was fun and games
And all I had to do was think of me
No stress, no responsebilities
I won't cry any longer
All of my pain made me stronger
I'll do the best to maintain
That happiness that I remember

Now I'm a young lady
And didn't want nobody to think for me
Went against my family
And was a baby having my own baby
How real is that, can ya feel me?
Didn't need no help from nobody
Not even no help from yo daddy
I, myself, and my own Lady

Why d'you leave me, tell me why you left me
Innocence as a child so easy
Why d'you leave, tell me why you left me
Daddy, mommy
Why d'you leave me, tell me why you left me
Innocence as a child so easy
Why d'you leave, tell me why you left me
Daddy why d'you leave me? Mommy why d'you leave me?

I know ways, they can't remain
No matter how fucking hard it may be
I'm gonna walk with my head up to the sky
This life is like an alternate eye

 

[fox69]

"Stugots"
(feat. Willie The Kid)



"When I do it on the seven seas, I get big boy, okay?
I wanna try to see it all"

"You can't control her
You've got to give yourself to her
She wants you to dance, sonny boy
You got to follow her lead"

Yo
I navigate like Ferdinand Magellan
I rock furs, fraternizin', Stone Island
Yacht master on the yacht
The watch batpized, take a dip
The crib four sides brick in Stone Mountain
I'm out in rough seas, I feel favor to smooth oceans
Never made a skilled sailor, my chick from Baylor
Suntan lotion, management consultant
I rock affairs like a sultan, it's spiritual, uh
Rockefeller oysters, smooth sailin'
BlueTooth some Van Halen
Michael Bolton, somersault in the salt water
I show devotion, convolute with the Lo
I'm flirtin' with the notion
The fly, Mercedes Benz wrap, sick of Red Bulls"
Prosecco, Percocets, ladies on both
Wavy, seven seas movin' like the navy
Diamonds dancin' like Alvin Ailey
Jude of Jameson, the Jameson I mix with Bailey's
Play the game like a ukelele
Swimmin' trunks paisley
Bandana, plant the fine print, you get shot
Tequila shots on the Stugots
You pussy

"For the captain, this is his second home [?]
They chatter endlessly on the radio [?]
He knows them well, their private lives and all their personal feelings
And yet, he will hardly ever meet one of them face to face"

 

[fox69]

"Success Is My Cologne"


Yo should be rolling up by now

Knowing I'm a look
Cool in them
Black and white pictures
When they talk about
Underground rappers
Gettin high and making history
I'm sick and tired these niggaz
Claiming they as sick as me
They lying I checked your chart
Your file saying you soft
Something fishy ho nigga
You more bass then boss
Off the boat small fries
And store a ways get toss
Can't party on the shore with us fool
Get your floaters up kitty pool nigga's
Ain't really that cool
Can't farther these moves
You need more expensive shoes
Working out smoking strong
On a week long cruise
Bomb fire with theses bitches
Singing songs to the moon
To high to judge
Call my ex bitch that did foul shit
Fuck her brains out and settle the grudge
Back shot revenge style
Ain't no love light gro roll up after a quick scrub
Cover my trace don't let my bitch know where I was
Sticking to the script thought I'm improvising a bit
Same as my old G's but I put the Jets in the mix
Classic like Eddie Murphy SNL skits
Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print
On my flint 13's no retro 3m reflective
Ya bitch tight reckless and my DM'S sexting tryna see him
Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company
I'm billing on of them hundred I know that's why you want me success is my cologne I spray that bottle all on me... yea... yea jet life... [fading out]

 

[fox69]

"Take A Look Back"


Take a look back, Yeah!
Take a look, just slip back
Too late, you never know
Yeah!

Never go back but I think back
Hear a song on the radio from the past and get a flashback
Cinematic when it plays back
Write a story of my life and be the soundtrack
11 - 46 [?:] Central on a school night I used to sneak out the window
I was little, my brother Neil was in the middle
On the bottom bunk, roof where I wrote my riddles
Get a chill every time I get a visual
Used to think I was invincible
Everyday shoplifting competition at the mall was the ritual
Never won, I never made a good criminal
Got a problem at the school with the principal
And back then all the music was original
I was young and dumb, the future was invisible
Take a look back, take a look back
Never go back, when I reminisce about those passed
Thinking it's a trip how fast we live
Flashing back to the sandbox with my clothes dirty
And my jeans was ripped
Swinging on the monkey bars trying to keep my grip
Jump on the trampoline till my knees give in
Always physical, I was a little crazy kid
Then I got into the music and I found my niche
Found a gift, could've found a ditch
Even when bullets came in my direction, somehow they missed
Tried to grab me and stab me, somehow they slipped
Like a force-field, stayed the course at the Lord's will
Even when it's over, I'mma go to war still
Even when I'm gone I'll be making noise still
I could never live forever but the voice will
Always knew I'd be somebody that the world feeled

Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now

I admit sometimes I speed for no reason
Sometimes I roll up the weed for no reason
Take a breath of fresh air for no reason
Cause you never know when you're gonna be leaving
So I get it with the old clique
And reminisce while we're thumbing through a box full of old flicks
Laughing at the funny clothes and the outfits
Take a look back, take a look back
Yeah they say time keep on slipping
But I'm sunk in the coupe, I just keep on dipping
Switching up the gears, I keep on shifting
Daydreams, my mind it keeps on drifting
Like J Dilla I'mma keep living
Never feel like a beat's finished, I'm a perfectionist
Never really happy with it so I'll mess with it
It's a God-given talent, I was blessed with it
Thinking back from the past occurrences
It's endless, I can only scratch the surface
But it's a new day so I let the sun shine
Through the window when I crack the curtains
Only death is certain, only tax is certain
Take a break for a minute then it's back to work

Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now
Take a look back at your life now

 

[fox69]

"Tapatio"


[Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh

It's like divin' out the plane
Once that music hit our veins
Tins of Rose Champagne
Mascara telling her tale
Revealin' her pain
She smilin' at the same time
She so high
We could live forever tonight
They'll never catch us, we'll never die
If you ain't scared to fly, it's rainin' outside
Ralph Lauren, duck boots, will suffice, slidin' high
Anita Baker serenaded my drive
Counted my first million dollars and I couldn't blink my eyes
Nowadays I'm used to it, I be smokin' while I do it
Crops is poppin' 'cause I grew it
On the flight, I'm actin' stewardess
Writin' the truest 'cause I actually do this shit
Who it is

You take some bleach, never take it all
And what you get
They won't even want to get you
Police warrant, but guys get paid to shelf here
Everybody wants to get it, too
But if we do get a lot, no matter what, show you what you got to lose

[Freddie Gibbs:]
Know what I'm sayin'
Can't drink, I'm just gone dribble on this muh fucka right quick
Ya dig?

Ay yo, Bentley leather ready red
I do it like a Jill
She don't think the sex come with head?
I dodge a bitch like Neo
Pussy you ain't thuggin', you Huxstable nigga, you a Theo
Pyrex vision, pot got me pipin' hot, nigga, Tapatio
Me and Diego move like Frankie White and Cesar Leo
It's more than just choosin' your fingers up, and you deep with us
You ain't eat with us, you ain't sleep with us
Must of shot.223 with us
Pack ran outta Ack, nigga
You ain't never fiend for that lean with us
It was stomach aches, heartbreaks
Warrants off the missed court dates
Eviction notice, 'bout to call the county
Said the rent about a million months late
White shit, now that's the type shit
That put a nigga in a murder mindstate
Roll a blunt and lace it with the girl
Got a nigga zooted in another world
Got the Toni Tone on the desktop
Like a Mac Pro
Mom and pop ain't really have the job to get me Lego blocks
So, I stacked dough
I always tell my nigga Mac council
Seen a one hundred thousand on the trap flo
Got the strippers in here bustin' packs down, blow her back down
She a trap hoe
Got the shooters at the front and back do
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Telling Folk"


Telling Folk
Telling Folk
Telling Folk
Telling Folk
Telling Folk
Telling Folk
Telling Folk
Telling Folk
Telling Folk

Lord we wait patiently
For the day you'll come for us

Telling Folk
Telling Folk
Telling Folk
Telling Folk
Telling Folk
Telling Folk

You said you'd come
And there's no doubt
O dear Lord in you we trust
If that song is true

 

[fox69]

"Tesla"
(feat. Domo Genesis, Freddie Gibbs & Hodgy)



[Domo Genesis:]
Dear lord have mercy on me
I don't give a fuck about none of you niggas
I'm one person homie
One nigga in the cruel world
I used to picture myself in the sky
And now I'm soaring through the cool worlds
Ain't it funny how thoughts work
I'm steaming marijuana cause I figure it's clockwork
A matter of seconds, I'm innocent
Now it's, I'm watching diminishing power
I'm watching all the latest who'd sooner devour
And I just want a piece of that
Free from all the greed of the prestigious cats
I plead they never take my soul from me and I'll bleed for that
Do you believe in that?
Nigga's hearts weak, I can feel it
That's why I hardly speak, only visions
I only keep my focus on these missions, can't nothing breach it
Wolf Gang with no secret or misses who bring the heat to the kitchen

[Freddie Gibbs:]
God bless the child that got his fucking own
ESGN we left that other label fuck alone
Up under the mask, in front of the stove, bitch, I'm right at home
We shipping the load and ditch the modes, you know we riding on
East side, fight, tray gang banger, caine slanger
Smokin the best and the tesla, illegible bitch, I'm lane changing
You know I do the forges on that fucker
Bring in the swish unless you ready to jump in orgies
When I bust, I made a movie out that movie, told your bitch to play the lead in that
My niggas was hitting, while I'mma get it, straight zipping up a freezer pack
Without the green to beat the bag
Bitches will lead to that, hell yeah, I know you do
These ' is motor rolling boots, it's literally the shit to live by
That, too, you had to, they fucking with gangsta kids
Whether they good walk, the fly roof, the dope gang, these hot boots
So pop back as I do, bitch
I said the dope gang was my boots, sold my past as I do, bitch

[Hodgy Beats:]
And I just broke up with my bitch
Told her get the fuck out my whip
Yellow bricks is the money, her name is rich
You get clotheslined stitched if you snitch, snitch
I got one clip and I don't miss, bitch
You're like a bird to the scarecrow, a pharaoh
I am, hit a nigga with a rare bow
But with aero prepared to release through narrow ghettos
My position is bare flow, Flintstone rocks, I know you smell me nigga
I'm getting money, money is good, what can you tell me, nigga?
Nothing, comprendre? I'm popping cd's and sensei
I cover my mouth and hold my tongue for shit I can't say
Ate her a couple of months, now this house full of hella squishy
Pussy, don't try to push me, I'm star diving, free falling
Get off of who? These nuts, free balling
You got one for and I got four number three calling
Keep it 300 or 3 stacks, I never act but I'm 'bout the action when I react, negro

 

[fox69]

"Thank Jesus"


Jesus
Ooh Ohhh
Ooh Ohhh
Ooh Ohhh
Is so is so is so amazing
Jesus
Ooh Ohhh
Ooh Ohhh
Ooh Ohhh
Is so is so is so amazing
Oooh
I need you Lord (I need you Lord)
I need you Lord

 

[fox69]

"That'll Work"
(feat. Juvenile & Three 6 Mafia)



[DJ Paul:]
Yeah, yeah
Alchemist, Juvenile, Three 6 Mafia
Representing the Dirty South
Alchemist, NY, LA, how it's going down, yeah
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey- hey-hey
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey- hey-hey
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey- hey-hey
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey- hey-hey

[Juicy J:]
Who it be? Juicy, in the club, know me
I'm the one, you need to pull a shotgun
When I'm at the bar, mayne; when I'm at the bar, mayne
I'm buzzed, I'm chillin'
Got cars, big wheelin'
Love strip clubs, pour about a hundred bucks
Girls even come back, girls even come back
Straight hood, no good
That's the way, I do it
I don't play, 20 shots per day
Even at your mama house, even at your mama house
Ain't a shame, to make it rain
But I'd rather buy, cocaine
Just make sure the hood stay on lock
And I keep my block, and I keep my block
Keep a trick high, kick it, flip it
Chop it, get it, watch your boy sniff it
Stay in the game with it, spittin'
All the way to the finish, can you players dig it?
Don't even try to match it, crack it
Snap it, jack it, tell your girlfriend to cap it
Million heads wanna hack it, grab it
Snatch it, bag it, but all could do is wrap it

"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"

[Juvenile:]
(It's Juve the muthafuckin' great, Alchemist
These niggas gon' learn about me)

Like a dog, I'm here like I need to be
Hold it down like a G so easily
The East bangin', West bangin', let the people see
The bling bling and chrome things going street to street
I get it in, get it out every week to week
If it's beef, I'mma shooter, I don't increase the peace
The big boy with the big dope easily
125 karats on the Jesus piece
Thinking fettucine if I need to eat
Smoking nothing but Cali kush, no seeds for me
What the game mean to you, it don't mean to me
I got a bounce like a 6-4 in the street
Representing Third Ward like I told you, family
Rap niggas better chill 'cause the flow bananas
Everything sound realer when a soldier sayin' it
Have you any idea how a soldier plan it?
You doing big shit to make a soldier panic?
Gotta have a business while a soldier standin'
From the hood, got it good, now I'm so demandin'
Sit inside thinkin' how if I overplan it
Everybody wanna ball, that's understandin'
Get a beef and try to pop, a nigga's guns are jammin'
But you can't be a stick and try to underhand me
Gotta a couple of coupes, I got it covered in candy

"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"

[DJ Paul:]
(Three 6 Mafia)

Sixes on the Dodge Challenger, that'll work
3.5 grams on a plate, that'll twerk
And I know who got the work
'Hit that shit! ', you holla
I put that there on everything
Trust me like a revolver
I got that $40 in my pocket with a room card
I'll knock before I pass my time
I party like it's Woodstock
Styrofoam stays stocked and topped to the rim, rim
Yellow drank, drank, got me higher than Eminem
Snow I see got my insides busier
Overtipping your soul, I'm watching you get busier
And I keep that Glock, Glock in the bushes cocked, cocked
Kick your door, bah, bah
Bitches, where the ridah?

"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"
"That'll work" "Good... good... good"

And rapping is a way for me to express my point of view...
The audience rough because I was running it for myself...
I've been working on tracks for behind me...
And I've also been working on smoothing out my rapping...
Smoothing out my rap-, smooth-, smoothing out my rapping...
I'm not trying to be anybody that I'm not...
I'm just a middle-class guy trying to express myself...
Smoothing out my rap-, smooth-, smoothing out my rapping...
So, pretty much, if you can understand what I'm trying to market
I think once you hear my audio demo, you'll just be blazed...
I'm knocking on every door that I can to get my big break
So, hopefully you can help me get my big record contract...