The Alchemist

[fox69]

"E. Coli"
(feat. Earl Sweatshirt)



[Earl Sweatshirt:]
My thoughts, dreams, plots, and my schemes
That's what's on my mind when I toss in my sleep
My heart like my pen when I jot and it bleed
My cart full of sin, when I shop it's a spree
I got some new leaves
I'm like "What's the word with you, sir?"
You just moss on a tree, I'm not concerned with you
I leave the curb when I'm crossing the street
I'm watching out for the mark of the beast
The badge on the policeman, black carpenter pants
A half ounce in 'em, another half ounce in my fleece
And on account of this, go 'head and count me out of this
I'm out with the breeze
I'm dodging county, it's a thousand degrees
It's back alley shit, my nigga, look
My eyes wide open, I'm sleepy, I'm on a highway
Paul Giamatti, a nigga was sitting sideways
I'm bubbling a Skully when travelling through the Tri-state
And trouble play the gun, hear it clap and it make my mind race
Back and forth, I place forth, keep your torch
Got your morsels on my plate, motherfucker
I wasn't born, mama snatched me off the motherfucking stork on a Friday
Say that shit to my face

 

[fox69]

"Eastside"
(feat. Westside Gunn & Conway)



[Conway:]
Hahaha
(Let's document a real moment...)
Yeah... I swear to God, shit is real over here, nigga
Yeah... walk with me... take a walk through the Eastside, nigga
Get familiar, nigga, it's a beautiful place, nigga
(Talk to 'em)

Ayy yo, I put that on my mama
When I catch them pussy niggas, I'ma lay them niggas down
I'ma peter roll them niggas, I'ma spray 'em
I don't give a fuck who standing outside, broad day 'em
Niggas thinking shit was sweet, I'm finna show 'em we ain't playing over here
In my city, nigga blicking with the four
Trappin' out they mama house, got police kicking down the door
Little nigga 17, facing 30
Little nigga 17 with a thirty, quick to do a nigga dirty
Know a nigga shot a nigga in his face front of his mother
'Cause the nigga took the stand, snitched on his older brother
Got his brother doing 50, now that nigga doing life
Mama lost both of her babies to the streets, this shit ain't right
Judges giving niggas football numbers without a care
Bodies dropping every summer, you can smell it in the air
Little nigga don't give a fuck, his father wasn't there
Wipe you for your 750s 'cause he couldn't get a pair
Eastside, nigga

[Westside Gunn:]
Ayy, yo, your pockets barely breathing
I got fifty and the tiger Swedish, uh
You hit one, we flipped ten of y'all niggas, we even
Strawberry Jack trucks, feed us with tucked ninas
Niggas talk crazy, we see 'em, uh
This shit already got fifteen bodies, leave it
High top Bapes, hoodies Palace
Shit's so big, when I shot, got knocked off balance
My shooters skated off rocking Thrasher
I'm NASA, TEC tens on call, lacker
Shot the funeral, left the pastor
The deacon got his leg shot off, laying there, gasping
This shit really happen

(Finna slide out to the yacht party, man...
See y'all there...)
(I saw you on television
You're the man on the boat, oh, wow)

 

[fox69]

"Elimination Chamber"
(feat. Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples & Action Bronson)



[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Yo, um, yo
Oh so cocky, you can't stop me in this old Versace
Nigga watch me in the streets like it's roller hockey
Your bitch is floppy, givin' sloppy while she call me papi
Takin' the doggies right to the face like she Kobiyashi
You niggas' flow is washy, I'm gettin' mines dry cleaned
Tight seam, it might seem, I'm sellin' bitches pipe dreams
Hi fiends, I'm back with a bag of them packed white things
My nikes clean, I see these niggas hatin' through my ice blings
I'm a bad motherfucker, I ain't use a rubber
Super lover, so soon you say hello to your newest brother
The truest colors what I bleed, but you ain't seen enough of
Nigga leakin', you gon' have to go see the deacon you stupid sucka
Young Dom, say you old niggas should wrap it up
You wack, focus back on the craft, you hardly rap enough
The fattest blunt and death to that pop-hop, I ain't ask for much
And stop askin' for the collabs cause all you bastards suck

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
This that thirty deep, it's Saugus shit, fire starter, squadron
Dodgin' coppers since, ask her why she droppin' cuz, it's probably cause
He prodigious, pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheesy
And bass leave your face greasy, artisan, paint easy
Thick bristle type nigga on a bitch steez
Stanzas diesel like Vic Tanny on a fritz, whoops
System overload, itchin' for a foe to poach
Spittin' like the engine on a motherfuckin' motorboat
Gold glisten under overcoat, missin' all
Affection for these niggas, redirectin' all these niggas
Very literal, type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal
Drunk and drivin', twisty, how he end up in the swimming pool?
Hundred stand against me, I'm a menace void a villain, sue me
Drivin' into fences cause I hit the whip a little woozy
Bitch I'm busy cruisin'
'Scuse me

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Can't even walk up in the church without these niggas tryin' to testify
I live to die, better that than to live a lie
I rap better than most these rap veterans
Hard-headed and hopeless, hope that God let us in
Momma didn't wanna give birth to a nigga
Should've murdered a nigga, I'm a cancer to the youth
Automatics out the roof, 380 with the weave in it
On site, scary as prom nights with Carrie
Or car rides with Berry, that's Halle not Brent
Shootin' like Brent and his brother, doin' what daddy had did
Niggas want Grammys and shit, that's funny to me
Cause since the first take it's been about money to me
I'm just tryin' to get what Diddy got
Doin' what got Biggie shot
They told me that I wasn't shit, but left me in a litter box
Give it up and get a job

[Verse 4: Action Bronson]
Uh, get a job bitch
I'm like the boss from the end of the Nintendo game
My brain is on another level, I can feel the Devil's pain
Only address me by my reverend name: the good doctor
The good author, good brain in a good Porsche
Dancin' drunk in dress pants like I'm a hunk
Backflip in a jacuzzi, forty floors inside the Trump
Front-flip into this high yellow Chinese bitch's rump
Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch
I roll a joint like a Motumbo arm- I'm high cousin
Every time I roll the dice it's five hundred
When I order wine, it's nine hundred, French chefs kneel before me
End of story take a shorty to the sortee
That's the bathroom, you already know what happens there
I pull my swimming trunks down, she suck me through the boxer
While I'm wearin' flip-flops
Shit's real, grip the wheel, lift steel
That's it

Woo, fuck yeah, hello
Fan fare, bravo, encore
Thats' a wrap

 

[fox69]

"Everything"


Since you became alive again so to speak
Like Christ arose from the dead
Now set your sights on the rich treasures and joy of heaven
Where he sits beside God in the place of honor and power
Where he sits beside God (beside God)
God is my joy in times of trouble
He is my home and he's the same Jesus

He is my everything
He is my everything

Time after time
I so often forget that God has never, never failed me yet
When the weight of the world (weight of the worlds)
Falls on my shoulders
He props me up and makes me stronger

He is my everything
He is my everything

I come in the name of Jesus by the power of all this here
Whose name you coming in?
(Cheers and applause)
By whose power?

 

[fox69]

"Exclusive Vibe (Intro)"


"Going on the yacht?"
"You ready to go on that yacht, huh?"
"I mean, it really has everything"
"We dare your jaw not to drop when you see this next mega-yacht"
"I mean, this is that exclusive, intimate vibe
You know, get your groove on, everybody feeling good"
"I mean, it really has everything"
"You think they want me on a yacht? They want me on a yacht?"
"I'm on the biggest one"
"This is a guy who loves to exercise, he loves to sunbathe
He loves to party"
"There's nothing like a boat you could maybe think of, maybe
If you'd like to have a yacht like that"
"I mean, this is that exclusive, intimate vibe
You know, get your groove on, everybody feeling good"

 

[fox69]

"Fat Albert"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Curren$y:]
I got stars in the roof of my car, girl
Recognize where you are, girl
Jet Life this the stoner's world
Lowride like my OG's, who wear them Jheri curls
Circa 85's
Now my Daytons spin same time I roll around
Talk my shit a lil bit cause I worked hard
Two laps in the parking lot show my shit off
Bad bitches please tell them haters stay off my dick
Set bubble like a coffee pot
Them niggas talking so much but what are they talking bout
Coupe interior brown leather the stiching, blue berry muffin
They know I'm finna come up with something
Rap hustling a lil bit like pack running
Making stacks from it
Racks like where we put the hunting guns at
Black on a Phantom
White on a Ghost
Suede Adidas Campus
Stepping on your throat, never lettin' go
Blew a pound and they told you from outside from smoke

[Lil Wayne:]
It's Lil Tunechi from New Orleans, lord
With the chauffeur and the car with the two R's, lord
Lived next door to Jennie that went to Beauregard
She broke my virginity and I love her for it
Friends turn into frenemies and they come and gone
Cut the check off, we gon' cut your fucking bungee cord
Make these bitches jump for joy, make 'em fuck my boys
If they ain't a freakazoid then they just annoying
This for the smokers and the real ones
Pussies get the dildo, I get the deal done
Back like I left something, Weezy F something
Bad bitch bout to swallow all my stress for me
Bad bitch stop and poppin' like Steph Curry
Rich nigga laughin' at his bills like Bill Murray
Hot potato on the nose of the hand gun
Outchea dodging handcuffs like a ram truck
Out here looking handsome, fucking dancers
Tryna see my mansions, get expansions
Tryna see my homeboys in they own toys
Kush got my eyes looking like Chong Yoing
Don't know no better
Dick got the bitch walking like Uncle Fester
And your homie talk aloud bout what he gon' do
You know your homie ain't your homie 'til he bleed on you
You know you never know you love her til she cheat on you
You know you never know your brother 'til he dethrone you
You know Lil Tunechi been a soldier since T-R-U
Fuck a heated argument, we let the heat argue
P-I-R-U brazy like glue
S-Q-U-A-D wavy like the sea
And Lil-T just told me to knock the nigga's brain out
I got a chopper I bet I can shoot a plane down
Pussy ass niggas looking for a way out
I tape some kilos to her, put her on a Greyhound
Coming down from cloud 9 like a raindrop
I'm bout to buy a ring of the size of a ring pop
I got some bitches in bikinis like Baywatch
And we in Carrollton in a Chinese kitchen gettin' take out
Hollygrove Tune

Ya dig, Carrollton Heist nigga
Spitta, fuck with me
Carrollton Tunechi I'm gone

 

[fox69]

"Flashlight"


[40 Glocc:]
The homies always told me it'd be days like this
When we was chillin' on the stairwell wishing we was rich
The judge got a grudge, wanna see me in court
I chose to say 'Fuck 'em' and got my license revoked
I got front, back, and side to side
And what I don't get, I get it off another nigga ride
Run that chain, run that watch
Matter of fact, muh'fucka, run up out them socks
I copped the new 6 off the lot
I made a living off of niggas, taking shit they got
My wrist like light bulbs, a hundred watts
Got a bitch in Miami for a vacation spot
Call P, ask Hav, let me borrow the yacht
Yeah, I'm a little fucked up, I had a couple of shots
Rap ain't shit but a cover-up for me
After I run in his crib and throw the covers up on me

Now everybody claim to be a thug
White T, jeans creased, and G'd up
We be chillin' VIP up in the club
Come strapped, bitch, 'cause we don't give a fuck

[Ras Kass:]
We are not the same, nigga, I'm different
Rassy spit a tsunami, I will twist ya then
Fuck being hot, nigga, I'm blistering
Gun butt, uppercut, I will clip ya chin-get it?
Then I'll David Blaine, I'll lift ya then
Then they dip ya in, right after your moms go hysterical and kiss ya skin
And it's just a sin, I'm raised Catholic, go to confession and Crip again
I'm not the one, we are not the two
And your B.G.'s ain't acting so they not the zoo
I get it in like hard dick in wet pussy
In the pen on first watch 'cause them faggots killed Tookie
Now I'm back with a lust for that ragtop Bentley
Air Force Ones-fuck two pair, cop 50
And I brought Glocc with me, 11 shot Lawson
Yeah, I brought Glock with me, my pop not picky
I love hot quickies, mushing a hoe, stop hickey
Even hoes I meet on my MySpace miss me
You assholes the lamest of thugs
'Cause you kiss crack like Hoopz on Flavor of Love

[40 Glocc:]
Now everybody claim to be a thug
White T, jeans creased, and G'd up
We be chillin' VIP up in the club
Come strapped, bitch, 'cause we don't give a fuck

[The Alchemist:]
When I rap, I speak reality, I don't just talk
First of all, I'm the man that got the beats that rock
Got you saying, "How the fuck he got the streets that hot?"
Trying to double up the profit and increase that knot
Representing the rebellious youth
I don't beat around the bush, fuck the bullshit, I tell you the truth
Like the bitch who got with you, I could tell that she's loose
Only rap about the pistols, I could tell that you're new
Baskin-Robbins style, I'll put you up in a scoop
Every day is like the same shit stuck in a loop
This is for that young buck on the stoop
On the ones and the twos, with the needle straight stuck to the groove
I show it's nothing to prove, they loving my moves
Bad news for those that wanna fuck with my food
'Til the finish line, I'm stuck with my dudes
Different weapons I choose to use, step on my shoes and get abused
I dare you to make you turn it up
My sour diez smelling like I already burned it up
I put you on to something every time, I word 'em up
I hold 'em up, get 'em folded up, I hurt 'em up

[40 Glocc:]
Now everybody claim to be a thug
White T, jeans creased, and G'd up
We be chillin' VIP up in the club
Come strapped, bitch, 'cause we don't give a fuck

I was standing on the corner, watching bitches walk down Crenshaw
Then I figured I would order, Earl's hot dogs and peep the lip gloss
That's when niggas got to trippin', some B dancing, some that Crip walk
Just another day in Cali, fool, just don't get lost in this part

 

[fox69]

"Flight Confirmation"
(feat. Danny Brown & Schoolboy Q)



[Danny Brown:]
I popped a E pill and it taste like some oil sheen
Flow boiled goya beans, gasoline in saline
Red lining, red beans, phantom, raw OG's who ain't snitched, nigga
Everybody know, you just snitch, nigga
Heart rate Adderall got me on some stargate
Pacing, smoking loosies back to back
Car chase, monopolize, 'bout to take your park place
Shark face bite the style, but these niggas second rate
I cannon balled in the pool of fucking rap
And I splashed on these niggas, head first, no depth, nigga
That's why I'm black, nigga, cause y'all wack, nigga
Met Alchemist '07 in Miami
50K jewels on nigga, ask 'em about Danny
Now I'm on some Bruiser, hair looking Yakuza
Jeans extra tight and ya bitch got a ruler

[Schoolboy Q:]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yeah, shimmy Q
I guess it's time to kill this shit
Real as this, game fears, put in work
Determined I been the fierce, me getting it up is limitless
Before I started eating pussy, I was hitting licks
211's on bitch niggas, whipping with antennas
Didn't your momma tell your ass not to hang with them gang members?
Didn't listen, head missing, flatlining, Grooveline
Bad twins they too fine, dummy stay on my mind
More shots of Patron, six is my gat drive
Click-click, reload mine, green light, no stop signs
Hey Danny, let's shoot these fucking Xannies
And call that bitch from Kendrick's song, I bet it dub, we fuck on Tammy
Asthma pumper, hand prints all over her bumper
She love me long time, I'm forever that mothafucka

[Outro:]
Smoking keeping my cool
Black Hippy the New School Q

 

[fox69]

"Flight Of The Bumblebee"


"Play a game of Russian Roulette..."

"Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast"

"Ayo"

 

[fox69]

"For The Record"
(feat. Dilated Peoples)



[Iriscience:]
I set it off dogg like a chow mixed with pitbull
Fifty-one cards, don't get ya shit pulled
Many get hit, they draw and hesitate
But I spit a clip of words so raw you levitate
(This for the record) I'm a Golden State Heavyweight
Hustled every way, in the struggle each and every day
A rollin' stone, wherever there's a mic I'm at home
(Just for the record, let it be known)

[Evidence:]
Most don't understand me, they pretend
And I don't need family, I need friends
And I don't have a Plan B, my A wins
When we spit and Babu spins it sets trends
(Let it be known) Out here it's six minutes you're on
Out here you get elected don't mean you get the throne
It's the land of deception and the cancer's grown
Out here there's only one rule, handle your own

"Just for the record, let it be known"
"Just for the record, let it be known"
"Just for the record", "Just for the record"
"Just for the record, let it be known" (Let it be known)
"Just for the record, let it be known"
"Just for the record, let it be known"

[Evidence:]
Let it be shown what we did with a thousand and change
From the plants ourselves to Fat Beats changed the game
The last independent group still on a major
That's why rockin' with 1st Infantry is like second nature
(Let it be known) There's so many joints that people gonna sleep on
"Heavy Surveillance", "Insomnia", don't let me keep on
One of best friends is the best producer I know
(Just for the record, let it be known)

[Iriscience:]
Rakaa's a rapper, a reader, writer and fighter
For belts, rings and titles (Just for the record)
Beats, raps and scratches, mixmaster package it
For you to take a couple home (Let it be known)
You in line at the store, on time or online
Even piecin' up their ones (Just for the record)
But uh, others have shown, they'd rather hate their own
They blind like Clayton Bigsby (Let it be known)

[Evidence:]
ABB, Expansion Team put the cake up
Didn't go Gold but we made these cats wake up
Didn't go broke, we still made that paper
We still wake up before you, and go to sleep later
I'm more hungry, more determined than ever
And I'm from Cali, so I don't get sidetracked by nice weather
By the way dogg, that deal you got was a loan
(Just for the record, let it be known)

[Iriscience:]
Comin' from the middle of the City of Angels
Angles, strangers and girls so dangerous
We kick raps, cop puerto on tracks
And grapple like a G rappin', LL scrap
(A-L-C) The team is 1st Infantry
(See L.A.) The fame and the infamy
(They'll both grow) These agencies are tappin' my phone
(Just for the record, let it be known)

"Just for the record", "Just for the record"
"Just for the record, let it be known" (Let it be known)
"Just for the record, let it be known"
"Just for the record, let it be known" (Let it be known)
"Let it be known", "Let it be known"
"Just for the record, let it be known" (Let it be known)
(Let it be known)