The Alchemist

[fox69]

"Fork In The Pot"
(feat. Conway, Westside Gunn & Schoolboy Q)



[Westside Gunn:]
Brr, ayo, ayo

[Westside Gunn & Conway]
Penthouse, 2 stoves
Dome shot, made him tootsie roll (BOOM!)
Walk up in your hood like, "Fuck y'all"
They ain't see my lil nigga ducked off (brrrrrrrrrr!)
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion (billion)
Lil homie in the cut, got it on him
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion (billion)
I ain't playing with you, nigga

[Conway:]
Uh, look, lil G wanna spaz
Ready to lift a nigga off his feet for a bag
He need that dub, nigga, he doing bad
So I bet he do you bad (bad)
I creep through heat's in the dash, I keep two stashed
Fuck the police too, I was speeding through the ave (vroom!)
Take 'em on a high speed chase, I'ma breeze through and laugh
'Cause the pigs hit a tree when they crashed, woah (hahaha)
I'm recruiting savages
Catch a body then they reuse the mag
Rap niggas hate me, R&B niggas mad
Uh, I'm in that 50 Cent, G-Unit bag (ha)
Goons put the work in free if I ask
Make a G call, had three niggas stabbed
Shoot your block bare face, I don't need me a mask
Fuck it, they need to know that it was me if they ask
I'm talking white sheet in the bag
Take 'em to the morgue, niggas feet get a tag, boy (woo!)
Griselda, bitch, we get the cash
VIP, ten bitches got Clicq' in the glass (what up, baby?)
Two Cubans, both weigh a ki and a half, uh
I still know how to get a ki from a half (huh)
To come to my hood, boy, you need you a pass
Or else niggas finna take everything you have
Like run it, niggas try me, I'm gunning
This shit ain't nothing new to me, nigga, I done it
I'm the man in my city, lil nigga, I run it
I ain't the best yet? Tell who is I'm coming
Where the beef at? Pussy nigga, I want it
Niggas get shit bags shot, hit in that stomach
Balmain, both pockets full of blue hundreds
Grimiest of all time, Machine, bitch, I'm drumming, motherfucker

[Westside Gunn & ScHoolboy Q:]
Penthouse, 2 stoves
Dome shot, made him tootsie roll (BOOM!)
Walk up in your hood like, "Fuck y'all"
They ain't see my lil nigga ducked off (brrrrrrrrrr!)
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion (billion)
Billion, uh, yeah
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion (billion)
Billion, uh yo

[ScHoolboy Q:]
Where the dope at? I sold it all
Diamond chain full of Armor All
Drive McLaren down the Audobon
Nigga, bet your girl wanna tag along
Dose of this and go to Babylon
Summertime in Cali serve an avalanche
I'm a whale to a fish, nigga, serve quail to a brick, uh
Your aunties and uncles, they know me, nigga
Slanging them patties, her buns full of cavi'
Guns in the attic, fiends got me in Palace
But it's hard to keep your balance when this K automatic
Getting caught up in the traffic, niggas die at the stop signs
I gave you details, niggas looking for punchlines
Throw bananas like Romo
Niggas serving grams like four door
We shooting for the head, no J-Lo
I'm going to jail, I'm keeping a C-note
I never sail out like a B, though
I'm in a stolen whip, no keys for the Regal
Niggas squeeze in the bird
Your mind's for the worse, I'm Cripping in church
And if the cops don't find it, thank God for a purse, uh, yeah

[Westside Gunn:]
Penthouse, 2 stoves
Dome shot, made him tootsie roll (BOOM!)
Walk up in your hood like, "Fuck y'all"
They ain't see my lil nigga ducked off (brrrrrrrrrr!)
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion (billion), whip
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion (billion)

 

[fox69]

"Freakish Strength"


"Then how do you explain his freakish strength?"

"1, 2... hold on, hold on"

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Everybody Else"


Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about

No mercy for the weak
You found yourself too deep
Now reversin back through the creek
Quit bitchin' on your words birds and rehearsing what they preach
I walk with purpose in these streets
This ain't no nervousness in me
I heard it first that they was sleep
Well I hope this shit is Tempurpedic
So you can feel real comfortable while I fucking lead it
I'm prone to kill, I'm now feeling like it's open season
Don't hail over me bitch I'll tear your heart into fucking pieces
Stuffing marijuana in the broken cigar
Crack the sunroof I like to feel close to the stars
Used to be shy, and now I'm like the biggest boast in the yard
Too close to y'all, there ain't no hope in approaching me dawg
Feelin' like a villain in the city
Puffin' sticky, sippin' sizzy
Word to Juicy bitch, I'm trippy
The exclusive bitch that's with me, making sure my drink ain't tippin'
While I'm hangin' out in the back like the nigga that killed Biggie
Young Doms and I bleed ice water
But if a bitch get me in a right mind, I might offer
One night, let her shine one time then lights off her
I'm hard, you niggas bark loud and bite softer
Teeth marks all in my style, that might cost ya
Broke jaw leave you a light talker
I roll dope and I ignite often
It's no mercy for the weak
If you sleep I hope you make it through the night partner

[Outro: Left Brain]
Yeah motherfucka
Don't sleep on my nigga Doms, my nigga
Y'all niggas don't even know my nigga
We out here
Fuck everybody else nigga
It's Wolf Gang nigga
Shouts out to my nigga Alchemist
We out here
Bangin' nigga
It's Left Brain motherfucka
Yeah nigga, Left Brain said it

Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about

 

[fox69]

"Fuego"
(performed with Tony Touch feat. The Lox)



[Styles P:]
Yeah yeah, D-Block
Tony Toca, L.O.X., Sheek Louch

[Scratching - Tony Touch:]
("L.O.X.") ("Kiss")
("Sheek Louch, y'all ain't go no heart")
("S.P.")

[Styles P:]
Ayo, here's why I'm willing to die and take no shit
Fuck the whole world and I'm willing to ride
Like, here's why I'm willing to slide: too many niggas phony
Shit is getting lonely, blowing my high
And like, here's why I'm willing to cry: I feel furious
And I'm getting curious what Heaven is like
And like, fact why I'm willing to die, 'cause y'all not
And I've always been the opposite for most of my life
You know, P'll be the Ghost of the ciph'
And understand that I'll cut you from ear to ear to hit most of your pipe
I'll leave niggas D.O.A. for three whole days
20 niggas in your projects, P don't play
Hank niggas like the Sugar Hill
I'm the example and the definition, so you could understand the hood is real
You lost your man, how would you feel?
We don't give a fuck! I just told you that the hood was real

[Jadakiss:]
What up? All y'all could get touched
D-Block, nigga, what (D-BLOCK!)
Parking lot or in front of the store
Ask yourself, who want war? (What up?)

[Scratching - Tony Touch:]
("The LOX") ("Doing their thing") ("Kiss")
("Tony Touch") ("We back")
("Sheek Louch, y'all ain't got no heart")

[Sheek Louch:]
Yo, why you ice-grilling me, like your jaw won't break?
I put knives in like candles-piece of cake
When my shit pop, it's over-next, the wake
You where duck niggas be found-next to lake
I let it off in broad day
With the hammer, I make movies, just like a matinee
We could talk but I don't feel like it; plus I'm not psychic
And I won't know what you'll do if I don't hit you first
I'll watch your muh'fuckin' melon burst
I'll put bombs underneath your hearse-fuck the funeral!
Sheek that nigga that live for beef
How I flow, I spit like I'm missing teeth
I'm a problem, like the youth division in jail
Hardheaded, and my knife work, forget it, uh
I could pack up and leave right now
But that's after I cock back and gun you down, bitch

[Jadakiss:]
What up? All y'all could get touched
D-Block, nigga, what (D-BLOCK!)
Parking lot or in front of the store
Ask yourself, who want war? (What up?)

[Scratching - Tony Touch:]
("Kiss")
("Sheek, baby, my style... ")
("Holiday Styles, muthafucka, giving you hell... ")
("LOX, muh'fucka, the ox won't... ")

[Verse 3]
[Sheek Louch]
Ayo, I split niggas like Cohibas and Dutches
And cop shotguns the size of crutches
Sheek be off the hook, whatever Tony touches
Sheek and S.P. put the guns to 'em
Ayo, Kiss, take it all off they fuckin' wrist
And let them know where we at so they could buy it back
And come dolo 'fore I hit 'em with the fuckin' Mac
Y'all little niggas want work? Come get a fuckin' pack

[Styles P:]
S.P. from the D-Block Gang, boss of the boss
Contract killer, plus he got 'caine
Don't you ever try to front, nigga, he got aim
He in a 4-point-6 but he got Range
Might hear the gun clicks then we got brains
Tell Sheek "It's bullshit", he could leave that chain
Plus his head is still bleeding, so leave that lane
Remember the last time and the police that came

What? Fuego, muthafuckas! Tony Toca

[Jadakiss:]
What up? All y'all could get touched
D-Block, nigga, what (D-BLOCK!)
Parking lot or in front of the store
Ask yourself, who want war? (What up?)

[Scratching - Tony Touch:]
("The LOX") ("Doing their thing")
("And y'all scared, I could tell... ")

Muthafuckas, pull ya guns out...

 

[fox69]

"Full Metal"


Huuuh
I call my brother Sun cause he shine like..noon time
my last on the turnpike, maneuvering minds GT5 My nerves is ice
And I wouldn't change none of it at hind sight, believe this
cause if I wouldn't have been that then I wouldn't be this
inspiration for niggas who out there chasing that paper
walkin the walk, and running over them haters
outlining the chalk, the conversation is deaded
cause I'm living for the loot n you wasn't talkin no bread biiitch
cake all layerish, playa all himalayerish, got the 420 vision
rollin doobies up, rollin doobies up, up in the incision
my rocket furnishes, projection screens built in my ceilings
I spit the picture so vivid because I'm really livin
this jet life, tennis shoes n tuxedos
them other fools ain't fly, they fuckin mosquitoes
Don't work, they just cryin, whinin, fuckin pinot grigio
you need to get on your grind
stack a stack of dead people, that concussive presidential time
for that cash I brung a clean tag, this is mine
fuck you doin with that..dough
Az holdin the baby, peepin the whole scene, I'm bout to blow
you know...

 

[fox69]

"Gamebreaker"
(feat. Earl Sweatshirt)



[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Fuck it two tears in a bucket
Cause these fuckers could never touch us
In the midst of the calm we bringin' ruckus
Bitches nothing, end of discussion
I will be double clutching, leave a chunk
Looking slump, give a punk a fucking concussion
Why you frontin' speakin' nothin' like a bad preacher
Rollin' mad tree while you camping over your last reefer
Catch me backseat, he know, declining your rap features
Keep your beat and get your track ethered
Nigga careful what you rappin' for
I'm gunnin' at these rappers throats
I'm spittin' raw, I'mma kill'em all but I be laughin' though
Ashin' in a champagne glass cause I'm irrational
I'm showing ass, shorty's gettin' gassed at all the cash I blow
Again I'm passin' go laugh in a time of fashion
This rapper shit is my passion, no actin' I make it happen
Look back at your wack reaction
Give me racks, 'bout to cash' em
The stacks, you can't imagine
Spark it a flash passin'

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I am the coldest speakin', you are a ho that's decent
Lookin' to hold and squeeze, and I'm schemin' on dome and peacin'
Back to the olive garden, breaded like Paul McCartney
Beatle, and every time you see him know the armor sparkly
GNAW dog, he barking potty mouth, it's probably cotton
Closet full of army fatigue buckets and dirty Kostons
Flirtin' with the blunt before I lick it
She fillin' out her curves and she can serve as an apprentice
Rollin' blunts, rollin' sleeves when I dirty up the ditches
And never servin' dick the week she finishes her sentence
Nigga, bet that rhetoric offensive like I'm
Yelling, never timid; this the Frigidaire freezer shit
Feel the glare heating shit, Golf Wang leader pit
Burn trees: cedars, piss off, flipped cross
Put the three in six, tight as skin when the needle prick
O-F, never present tense, eat a dick, bitch

 

[fox69]

"Give Em Hell"


They took permanent vacations in Hell, if you know what I mean
Wow, I must have been away too long, because my feelings are dead
I feel no remorse...

Global state of mind, I'm seein' far beyond my nose
Ten years from now, I'll still be around, spittin' my flows
Ten years from now, you'll be a memory that no one knows
I don't feel sorry for you niggas, my feelings are cold
People dyin' - life goes on, it's...
Nothin' you can do about it, just be strong, yeah
Dead-weight niggas try to pull you down with 'em
They like psychic vampires, suck the life out you
Mentally, I'm focused, think like a Marine
Who ride? I ride or die for shit that I believe, like...
Nobody could stop me
I'm the illest rapper probably on the earth, niggas copy
Every line that I draw, these rappers is frauds
My artwork expensive, they cannot afford
RSVP, Circa 2012
How dare a nigga to try and stop me, give him Hell

Oh, word? They put a hit out on me?
Give 'em Hell
They wanna threaten my wellbeing?
Give 'em Hell
And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up
For the world's most hottest rapper spittin' flames like a volcano
Yeah, they wanna turn on me?
Give 'em Hell
They wanna stretch me out in the street?
Give 'em Hell
And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up
For the world's most hottest rapper spittin' flames like a volcano

Aye yo, aye yo, they know, they know
I'll blow a nigga away like tornados
Niggas with me, they move whenever I say so
Watch out for the D's, unmarked cars and plainclothes
Niggas must be crazy, they gone off that yayo
Maybe smokin' stones, I don't know, I'll be okay, though
I'm God's solider, devil's apostle, it's harvest time
You reap what you sew when you cross the line
It's beyond repair - I am so beyond fear
That shit is childish, do what you must, niggas beware
I am - slippery when wet off that 'maldehyde
Smoke a Dutch full of dust, pull a homo
Niggas wouldn't side with you if they knew what I know
I can see you bullshit niggas with my eyes closed
I've got a deadly rap
So these jokers wanna ruin my time, I'll handle that

Oh, word? They put a hit out on me?
Give 'em Hell
They wanna threaten my wellbeing?
Give 'em Hell
And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up
For the world's most hottest rapper spittin' flames like a volcano
Yeah, they wanna turn on me?
Give 'em Hell
They wanna stretch me out in the street?
Give 'em Hell
And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up
For the world's most hottest rapper spittin' flames like a volcano

 

[fox69]

"Going Home"


Cause everybody's asking for blood
Reverend King gonna take them all down to the Mississippi
And baptise them in the mud [echo]
Like I said I come in the name of Jesus by the power of all that's here

There's a storm cloud rising
Yes, Storm

There's a storm cloud rising
Yes, Storm

Well my burdens done got headed
I wanna go home

 

[fox69]

"Grand Concourse Benches"
(feat. KRS-One)



KRS... yeah, this is it right here
Let me warm up on this
Knowledge Reigns Supreme

I'm a teacher to my people, they won't leave me alone
With The Alchemist producing Kris, yeah, we in the zone
Anytime I'm in the club, it's like I'm really at home
You my family, so disrespect, well, we'll let you know

What you sayin'?
"Squeezing this trigger like a silly bully"

You're going deep with this brother, he don't speak like no other
He keeps it undercover, only truth he will ever utter
The proof he discover, we use it for many others
That keep another to discover how they keep from not going under
The beat's like no other, it's heat like the summer
I was raised in the streets too but I wasn't bein' a runner
I wanted them beats that was butter, so I could toast 'em while I utter
Another club thumper for the summer
I tagged KRS-ONE, uh, with rhymes like thunder
I propelled myself from right under gutter-what, sir?
I'm a wisdom and knowledge lover, a philosophical brother
With Alchemist here, I think we got another

I'm a teacher to my people, they won't leave me alone
With The Alchemist producing Kris, yeah, we in the zone
Anytime I'm in the club, it's like I'm really at home
You my family, so disrespect, well, we'll let you know

This what you bumpin' right now
"Squeezing this trigger like a silly bully"

I ain't grow up in a mansion, I grew up in the street, sir
I wasn't trying to be handsome, sexy or sweet, sir
I used to hang out 'round Bleecker
By CBGB's with the air tings with coke and reefer
I was houseless, looking for beats to
Heat the streets, for eat, money and sneakers
Sitting in West 4th eating a pizza
I visualized my whole life as The Teacher
Hip-hopper, showstopper, Glock cocker
Street philosopher, then I met DJ Scott La Rock, and uh
We formed Boogie Down Productions in '85
Hip-hop culture about to become politicized
Yeah, we them guys that see them lies
Like Buju said, 'Seckle with your 45'
It ain't no horsey ride, we've been in the trenches
I'm from 149th Street, Grand Concourse Benches
You don't even know what tense is
Until rappers are claiming the top spot that KRS-ONE enters
(Just like...) I start taking 'em out like dentures
Hittin' 'em in their ego, shocking their nerve centers

I'm a teacher to my people, they won't leave me alone
With The Alchemist producing Kris, yeah, we in the zone
Anytime I'm in the club, it's like I'm really at home
You my family, so disrespect, well, we'll let you know

What you sayin'?
"Squeezing this trigger like a silly bully"

Knowledge Reigns Supreme

 

[fox69]

"Harry O."
(feat. Roc Marciano)



(No waters in the yacht...
The biggest y'all know...)
(Hey, let me get my sunglasses
Thank you, uh, yo)

Feeling relaxed like Serena snaps
Layin' on the beach, I might teabag
Crack the safe, punch the code into the keypad
Lemon squeezed over sea bass
I seen it through the submarine glass, breeze past
Who's the cleanest? Don't even ask (Marc')
Your favorite rapper's on my penis sack (Uh)
I'm just speaking facts, might smack you in the teeth for these egregious acts
Sailing the sea, been to Belize and back
The world's my kingdom, I don't believe it's flat though
I'm on a whole 'nother plateau
The Alchemist mix the grass and tobacco
Play the back of the boat
With a ho on my dick, in back of her throat
Why would the captain have to gloat? Uh
No cap, you see the hat and coat
The catapult, my afro may be the cat, black and Navajo
Toss your dawg overboard just like some lettuce in the salad bowl, uh
Then roll the gally home
They'll find your bones in the alley with the crows
Baby sighin', daddy closed, we're like the new Death Row
Without the loan from Harry O

We like the new Death Row
Without the loan from Harry O, nigga
You know?
Marc', baby
Yeah, I been the... I been the fuckin' fishing pole, man
Reelin' these fuckin' offers in
Yeah, godbody
Might snap that shit
(This is a great space...)