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"Death Sentence"
(feat. Roc Marciano)



[Prodigy:]
Morning of the day, evening of the killer kids
City of the Gods, money stack pyramids
Esoteric knowledge and I'm criminal minded
A lady's wet dream and the devil's worst nightmare
Cause so help me God
I will exorcise demons see 'em scheming real hard
Pop the cork on the Perignon, or turn the Henny on
Spit my timeless flow, my priceless lexicon
Get at you like the Zetas when it comes to cheddars
I set traps, I'm a predator, I pray I catch a
Black Mafiosi, rogue vigilante
The shit is sad but it get me real trigger happy (ha!)
So keep talkin' that ho shit
And I'mma part your 360 waves like Moses
And get the Red Sea flowin'
That's an awful lot of blood
Look at how it keep pourin'

[Prodigy (Roc Marciano):]
Shit is very real kid keep your eyes open
(Stay on point stay sharp keep your mind focused)
This is all I got, this is everything
(We on the grind for that paper nigga everyday)
But this one not for money, this one for the power
(Wash niggas up, throw 'em in them lead showers)
Just to get a rep, that be just for future reference
(This your final warning bitch, the next'll be your death sentence)

[Roc Marciano:]
I banged a billionaire heiress on the terrace
I'm from terrace, my sellers twist vanillas
Switch bellas, the chain thick big as Precious
Miss Texas with the Lexus, disgruntled exes
Squeeze tecs, ambidextrous
The team repped it, clean the skeptic
Peep the sketches, keys to heavens
Open the gates, choke the snake at a slow pace
Drain the venom
My waves is spinnin', clean paper in my favorite denim
My lady friend came from Finland, I'm a gremlin
The charge is pending, I'm on the run, I'm gettin' winded
Duckin' agents, cover acres, stuck in the Matrix
Buck naked, rush to touch bacon
When I awaken, the soul's taken
They need straightenin'
Let's get the safe fill it with Franklins
Spend the Lincolns
The Rolls Rolley look pinkish
We think it's frost bitten fingers
The law's written there in English

[Prodigy (Roc Marciano):]
Shit is very real kid keep your eyes open
(Stay on point stay sharp keep your mind focused)
This is all I got, this is everything
(We on the grind for that paper nigga everyday)
But this one not for money, this one for the power
(Wash niggas up, throw 'em in them lead showers)
Just to get a rep, that be just for future reference
(This your final warning bitch, the next'll be your death sentence)
 
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"Decisions Over Veal Orloff"
(feat. Action Bronson)



... and have a blast, ayo

It be that Queens kid with the face of Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart
I play the part, smoke the white shark
My mind sharp like a shape up from Dominican's
There's no confession, when I'm sinning fucking cinnamon women
Rocking double colour linen from the beginning
I see a lot of youth's pretending, better watch who you be befriending
My shit's profound, I shoot the pistol with the whistle sound
And catch the shell before it hit the ground
Then peel off just like the skin of the pepper
Or the jacket that I'm rocking, cause I'm twisted in leather
Don't get it twisted, keep the biscuits hot, chickens and cheddar
Getting fly just like the shit with the feathers
You could be laying face down if you so choose
I leave you covered in the blanket, man, you old news
I'm from the place where kids'll shank you for some cold shoes
Half out the pocket with the hanky on the boat cruise, it's me
 
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"Different Worlds"
(feat. Twin)



[Twin & Alchemist:]
Yo, I grew up in the projects of QBC
I grew up in the lap of luxury where shit was love for me
I used to watch Sesame Street
I used to watch the D's play the street
Plus I couldn't wait to squeeze my first heat
I used to pray to God before I went to sleep every night
Same time, I was kissing them dice, hitting my number twice
Holding hammers with the heat, I was nice
Same time, I was popping cap guns on BMX bikes
With grass stains on my jeans and scuffed up Nikes
I was like 'fuck school, I ain't going to class'
Easy money in the street, I was rolling with that
Never good at math but I knew how to add up cash
I used to win at spelling bees, my education was proper
My family wanted me to be a lawyer or doctor
I was smooth talker, back in those days, I was a moonwalker
With a picture of my shorty inside of my school locker

[Twin (Alchemist):]
I never had shit (I always had it all)
We used to play with guns (We used to play ball)
I used to pump crack (In school, I paid attention)
I was a hard head (I used to always listen)
We turned bitches out (I used to love them hoes)
We wore hand-me-downs (I always had new clothes)
I used to stay bent (I couldn't hold my liquor)
It's kinda bugged out (Two different stories in one picture)

[Alchemist & Twin:]
The first year of high school, my parents noticed me slipping
Smoking cigarettes, skipping class, catching detention
Every night all I heard was 'freeze'
Niggas getting bagged by the D's and some bitch that got a disease
Fourteen and watching 'Yo! MTV Raps' on 40-inch screens
I learned how to tilt my hat, sag my jeans
Wanted a Nefertiti piece, thought that'd be fresh
Me and my brother used to yank them shits straight off people's necks
Summertime River Park jams at 1-2-fifth
Sticking kids with my identical twin
If I could go back in time, I would take you with me
Show you what it's like to live a lifestyle to risky
I put in work on rhymes and beats while you was putting work on the streets
It's bugged out, whoever would have thought that we'd meet
But it's this rap shit that made this whole package complete
It put us in the studio and put these raps to this beat

[Twin (Alchemist):]
I never had shit (I always had it all)
We used to play with guns (We used to play ball)
I used to pump crack (In school, I paid attention)
I was a hard head (I used to always listen)
We turned bitches out (I used to love them hoes)
We wore hand-me-downs (I always had new clothes)
I used to stay bent (I couldn't hold my liquor)
It's kinda bugged out (Two different stories in one picture)

[Alchemist & Twin:]
I'm West Coast, I'mma rep it forever
But I had to move to the East to get all of my respect and my cheddar
To tell the truth, the only thing I really left was the weather
All of my friends the same, we always kept it together
Picture this, 'Shook Ones' drop, the Mobb on top
Now we rolling state to state with shows non-stop
Seen the money Hav and P was getting off of the top
Off of hip-hop, I wasn't going back to the block
My man Muggs introduced me to you, Nitty and G.O.D
Brought me to the studio to play music for Hav and P
You can't forget my dunns Noyd and Gotti
I was a nobody, they showed me love, told me they got me
Remember the first time I the bong? I was doing it wrong
Choking so much 'til my high was gone
Then we showed you how to roll up dutchies, then it was on
Now we rolling all across the country with hit songs

[Twin (Alchemist):]
I never had shit (I always had it all)
We used to play with guns (We used to play ball)
I used to pump crack (In school, I paid attention)
I was a hard head (I used to always listen)
We turned bitches out (I used to love them hoes)
We wore hand-me-downs (I always had new clothes)
I used to stay bent (I couldn't hold my liquor)
It's kinda bugged out (Two different stories in one picture)
 
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"Disappearing Ink"
(feat. Styles P)



Yeah [x5]

Uh Shit so dark you need night vision just to listen
Disappearing ink it was written hieroglyphics
Niggas lookin' like clones all saying they tryin' to be different
Reflection
So deceptive theres too much smokey mirrors

I'm stoned on my own playing oldies from my phone
Bluetooth in the coupe cost the price of a home
Always gone
Money mission neverending went through hell to get it
Spend them digits on princess flooded religious pendants

My mommas prayers keep me from dealing with deceitful niggas
I seent them niggas dawg and you was with em'
I wrote these rhymes to the sounds of you snakes slithering
I seent it like a flow model zenith

33 inch bro I mean it tho
Things can get real quick while I just play it how it go
Learnt that in the NO
Rap hustling fa sho
Bitches in and out revolving doors diggin' for gold

While I'm mobbin' in the side with no piece on my figaro
Diamonds on the lobster class just a light splash

[Styles P:]
Jet life block life
Whens the next flight?
Fuck the cop lights
600 horses right at the stoplight

Got you thinkin' when will the lights stop
6 for a nice whip
5 for a nice watch
7 for a nice crib
Live at the night spot
Homies with the dope nikes
Chicks with the nice drops

Moet in the ice bucket
Know he bout to light pot
Kush and the raw cone
Ringers with doors off and doors on
Eithers its peace or it’s a warzone
With Alchemist and Curren$y
with Alchemist and Curren$y

Mommy told me flourish
But money could never nourish me
So I got the juice like Q did
What you did
You ain't sayin nothing doing nothing you just frontin'
Had my nigga push a button with a ratchet and a new clip

That shit a hit your ear like a qtip
We just tryin to chill and get stoned off this glue shit
 
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"Divine Intervention"
(performed with Obie Trice)



O trice is back about his mission
Know I've be missing and the listenner bitchin
Hearing the same shit this mc pitching
Divine intervention couldent fix your condition
You withnessing lyricsissem visual
Pics attached to the shit that I spit, I live for the beat
This characters charismatic nada, I air'em more hotter
Bet your bougta Dollar I'm a fobia

Used my son Using this tools for pun
I punish ya, catch a jump in the gun
If it get yaki yaki, or mesi mess
Sticking out your chest [?] Bought the best
Obey my erea, ok I bury ya
Where carrer left or fade won't carry ya
Rhyme artist ill show you hoes retarted
Give a ball I starled to leave I nigga departed
O trice is nicest artist
Flipping them Oranges to chorusses
From the corner of quarantine, come a team
To preform at this, How enormous is this
A young black male at cell at hoes pell Still excel when in sentences as well
Reinvent for wealth, fuck sitting on the shelf- get
Money to my home, its prison in itself
We cAn go elsewhere why should I felt here
You boys know better
I hold the belt owes the rap game floyd maywheater
Little or big the hood in the kid this is good as it gets
You wanna think do what he did to get in a hits
Get in the ditch just to get him rich
Dig this, my distinction is lyrics
And you just an inkling from a man hit
Please get a man a mirror, let his face himself
How can I put I clearer when clarity is the only way to obie delivers
Porfavor niggas sipping [?]
Reevalute bussiness, I'm inches from killing a rap game is senseless
The energy does hit, its the 90
Influence
In the millanum you find me running through shit with gun with two clips
For bum that wanna proof his mascularity
This is massive injury
Obie is far from just raps on beats
Born to the streets with a soar perfome that
Told back than I was manure
But a nigga maneuver and mechanism took amount of reckless living Now we get back
To the community is what rappers giving
Rest I know stealler, best to show with my fo fo fo fo fo
You know how that go, solo, in the cool things rims, woodcranes, diamond, blood and ham
D I a m o n d o b I e T. r o y c e
Alchemist lace me motherfucker imback
Second rounds on me, order some yet?

They don't, speak my name man
Only, only to give you
Give you the, what's the word I'm looking for, give you the ramification ha ha
Shady records, shady afternath, dr dre, eninem, d12, 50 cent, g unit
Its that quate
Obie trice motherfuckers
Alchemist
 
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"Do My 1,2"


[The Alchemist:]
ALC and the S-E-double B...
Just pay attention real quick... (Let's go)

I feel like P-A-C, All Eyez is On Me
Like D.O.C. when he met the D-R-E
The top prospect stepping through the NYC
Said these streets give a fuck about the NYP
D Blues, making moves like the Running Man, I'll stay on my twos
'Cause if I get caught, I'm making the news
Let the people talk about me all that they want to
All they gotta do is spell my name right and I'm cool
Like the summer breeze soak in the coupe
The vultures on the prowl looking for something to scoop
Diggin' in the crates for something to loop
That's how I bag all the broads, 'cause I ain't got nothin' to prove
Now I'm back up in the booth corrupting the youth
Update the youngin's, I keep them up in the loop
I'm an outcast, so I don't keep up with the group
Drink like an Alkaholik, smoke like my cousin Snoop

[Prodigy:] "I don't play, I stay, I'm going for mine"
[Cassidy:]
"They hatin' 'cause I'm on the grind"
"I've seen niggas come and go, but I'm a stayer"
"Won't stop"

[Prodigy:] "I don't play, I stay, I'm going for mine"
[Cassidy:]
"They hatin' 'cause I'm on the grind"
"I've seen niggas come and go, but I'm a stayer"
[Noreaga:] "You ain't ready yet, slow down..."
[Jadakiss:] "Pay attention"
 
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"Don Seymour's Theme"
(feat. MidaZ)



Pick your poison, a pen and paper are pointing at ya
You can bring your boys in and I'll implore 'em avoid the capture
Voice the rapture rapper create the crying that's after laughter
After dying at the hands and the feet of velociraptors
(Slacker) Open the book at the second chapter
Replace the first with the verse that I wrote with the tips of daggers
(Cracker) We can converse but the mix that matters
Between us is asinine, it's the fast design of a master crafter
Encode cryptures that can't be broken easy
It's part of the make up of Midaz so if you hope to be me
Negativo, never recorded on your TV's tivo
No homo, french kiss the beat and thought I'm speaking Creole

What I say is keying knives to keyholes
So we connect connects to intercept between the G code
Throw up your set again, I administer medicine
As a miniature sedatives take a minute to settle in

Repetitive peddling of your armories
Honestly probably the fucking reason faggots never win
Stop me if you've heard this one previous
There's no such thing as smart magic that be Genie Us
I usually plan my weekends to cleavage touch
Weekdays if I feel? Jack son genie bust
Clap son, feed him love, black sun, eclipse
You not growing up's why I'm ashamed of you, Cleveland's son
Jesus, he Damian, demon son
Flaming and I tel him go lick, Greenie son
Aiming at niggas sayings with cadence, kicked out of parties
Of niggas who's famous for not condoning their fakeness
Villainous calisthenics Alan the Chemist
Fitting lyrics Alan Wrench fitting right in the plan to fit in
(Get it?) Kicking these niggas off their pedestal
Making so when they say that they kick shit they peddle stool
Shit, I'm a killer without a life now
Smelly beer belly drinking Miller Lite for the lifestyle
More exciting than the writings of vikings
I'm your nightkin and with the Alchemist we back for license
 
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"Doo Wop"
(feat. Blu, Killer Ben, and Planet Asia)



[Blu:]
Yo, ah, spokes, spinning gold, hunnerds folding
Hunnerd folds, rocking golds, stunting
That some swolle' hunnerds
Like they wasn't though, push that other though
Summer zone, stuck on a stone
Rubbing the rabbits foot, fattened by that fish
Fathom
Full as fuck, like a Woolly and a phantom
In its mammoth mouth
Mix the fly fragrance with the Jasmine
Feeling passionate, passing by Pappy's
In a Caddy frog, big-body Buick banging Dilla Dog
Lost in the thorns, almost cost him his arm
Super scrolls off the block with the charm
Blew his nose on a cloth made of yarn
Cool collected and calm
Should have been [?]
Long nights had you looking at dawns
Could he be wrong? And the energy
Feeling like the moon and me was meant to be
Left the day jealous like the sun doesn't visit him
You kidding me B? I'm where that chemistry peaks
Between wind and water, rich off calligraphy leaves
Written like...

[Killer Ben:]
Welcome to the Terrordome
Gold herringbone flow
Shell-toe Geronimo, domino bro'
Magical, moment of zoning
Dollar rate, scholar slate
You can't tolerate with, what I consolidate
You fucking with me, that's a myth that I just dominate
The Death Star shade of black
Barricade, bury your bus
Fade your area with various thrusts
The most dangerous, dangling diamond
Foreign languages hang with us, bang with us
Clap up your halo, sprinkle the angel dust
Solid stone, polished chrome
Saturday night special, I came to bless you
Unless you wanna get into some gangster
Do the math, I'm something Middle-Eastern
I'm a iron skillet, with hot grease, popping pieces
Rocking my sneakers on top of speakers
Cop a feature, and stop leaching
My dialog, dietary law requires for you to just
Go and jump off the deep end

[Planet Asia:]
My crisis, robbed twice
The Stock Market talking crisis
I'm not a Pisces, I keep Aquarius advisors
The nicest, burning the baggy tops off the cyphers
No need to test the vest
There's no scales weighing these mices
Iron Flag fortune, brown bag, fortieth lunches
Y'all niggas lunching, like roasted ducks posted in ovens
I am flag money in the glad bag
Stretching ironclad, iron bag mic-jack low
Flashing the pistol, spazz
Green Cee-Lo, Elohim, cream Emo
I reload, throw Cee-Lo, hear, see no evil
Cobain credo, elope the Pope smoke his meat loaf
Bury the weed toast
We under siege, bleed East-Coast
And shorty deepthroat, be on her knees
Green Peacoat
 
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"Double 07"


Looking for someone down the line
But no one will be there to see ya through
Fuck all y'all

Shelter from the rain in a parked car
Chopping game, I defined my slangs
Fog lights in the grill, in the grill whippin the 96 rain
It's insane I pass you, let you drive in the narrow lanes
My independence remain
Cause I ain't working for the radio station like Martin Payne
I grind and maintain my piece of mind
Almost lost it once on the line
But see that I found it just in time
A mercenary killer
Paid for bringin debt to these whack niggas
You call them rats that's why them labels never called you back
Pimpin, yeah jack, spitta snap,
Long flight, turbulence bad, baggage claim tags, car service rolling grass
Double 07, but I ain't talking agents
Two ounces and seven grams my nigga we still blazing
You uneasy in my presence
Dumb questions, dumber statements
I'm on a whole nother level
Roof terrace, you the basement
Couldn't gain possession
Them haters couldn't take it
Can't see me unless you sleeping
Nigga Freddy vs Jason
Snoozing on a jet movement
Your worst nightmare in the making
 
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"Dough Pildin"


Listen
Don't talk to me about songs cause I embarrass you
24-carat gold plaques in my living room
Same karat the watch. Know the fucking time
I wrap circles around niggas. On my grind
I draw circles around these roaches with the chalk
Get your body outlined in the Streets of New York
By the King from Queens. [?] Long Island
Hempstead two to your head, you stop wildin'
Look at me now, I'm growned up
I turned out to be a Legend in my own time
They say, General Bars; He stalks through the night
You can hear him in the ghetto
Where it's dark cause the light's all
Shot out, Shout out to niggas, put the pot out
When they see the boys coming from Deep, it's getting hot out
We hit the hideout couple hours and we back
Too much money out here to be anything less than paid...

You know me, I keep the dough pildin'
Nice and neat, low key, I'm lounging
We turned up in the Street you get found in
Same spot you was tryna wild out in

Big Hammer to waist
That's how I gotta move
If it ain't the three-fifty
It's a knife or a tool
For niggas thinking they smooth
What I'm supposed to do?
I attack motherfuckers who stunt
It's not cool. Kids, don't try this at home
It's nothin' to play with
Enjoy your young life
Don't fuck with them gauges
Cause these shits blow off tops
Destroy families. See, niggas get shot ayday b
It's [?] Don't fuck with plated numbers
Ever play me, get your money
My pockets is real cakey
My life is real crazy
But I wouldn't trade it
Na, you couldn't make me
Get this paper up, it's the only way
We gon' eat food, have a place to stay
You tell me 'How the fuck is you gon' make it?! '
If you starve, then you're cold and your ass is butt-naked
You see

You know me, I keep the dough pildin'
Nice and neat, low key, I'm lounging
We turned up in the Street you get found in
Same spot you was tryna wild out in...
 
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