The Alchemist

[fox69]

"Intro"


"Like a scientist"
"... including approximately 21 matches of lethal strains of anthrax..."
"Like a scientist"
Mixed up news broadcasts
"Because that dust was very dangerous"
"Like a scientist"
"I think they're also a carrier for all kinds of biological chemical warfare"
"Like a scientist"
"I don't think they're dropping them on us right now
But they seem to be preparing... "

 

[fox69]

"Intro"


Every so often there comes a man
Who is able to see the universe
In a totally new way
Whose vision upsets the very foundation of the world as we know it

 

[fox69]

"It's A Craze"
(feat. Mobb Deep)



"Everybody love it, it's a craze"
"Everybody love it..."

[Havoc:]
That real street shit when it's from the heart
Don't be going talking out your ass, you'll get torn apart
Separated like a foster kid, metal will spark
People tell the difference from our styles like fine art
Never share my plans with a hoe, know how bitches talk
Where we digging your grave, body surrounded by white chalk
Get a load of these cowards, you know he frontin'
While his heart is smaller then the 50 bags that we dumping
And vanilla dutch is my click, ain't nothing to fuck with
My pipe remind these bitches of guns that I be busting
Lay 'em out, sippin' the Stout, swallowing V is nothing
I'm a G but with an O in the front, I ain't a youngin'
I'm a grown ass man, the pound is like a pops
Grounding you little fucks, wetting your Tonka truck
You better get armored up; if it's drama, we follow up
Me without the guns? You crazier than a jar of dust, muthafuckas

"It's a craze... everybody love it..."
"It's a craze... everybody love it..."
"It's a craze... everybody love it..."
"It's a craze... everybody love it..."

[Prodigy:]
Ayo, It's like a fresh air, just take it all in
God damn, it feel good when I hear this shit
Reminds me of my gun, reminds me of death
Just when you think everything's good, that's when everything flips
Bullets take a second hit, it happened so quick
And everything stops right there... that's it
All we know it's the sad parts and foul endings
We ain't planning on living long, just getting long money while we living
Looks like it's getting hot now, fellows
Time to step it up a few more notches with our self, meaning
It's no playing at all, it's no sleep
It's not a song we can't top, it's not a problem for us to do these
It be all stuck tryna squeeze
Their brain but they still can't fuck with Mobb Deep
(Yo, what's the word?) You ain't heard, we done blasted off
Now they got a crush on us, they don't like it, they false

"It's a craze... everybody love it..."
"It's a craze... everybody love it..."
"It's a craze... everybody love it..."
"It's a craze... everybody love it..."

"It's a craze... everybody love it..."
"It's a craze... everybody love it..."
"It's a craze... everybody love it..."
"It's a craze... everybody love it..."
"It's a craze... everybody love it..."

"It's a... it's a... "

 

[fox69]

"It's Gon' Pop"


[Evidence:]
Went from Bourne Identity to Bourne Supremacy
These cats are little ornaments that fall off eventually
Good or bad, every time I rhyme, they wanna mention me
Thorns in my side are just pricks, a waste of energy
Call me what you want, ain't phased by my title
Believe a notebook, I'll lie on any Bible
I'm gassed by the game, never starstruck from stardom
Went uptown and found Heaven up in Harlem
In NY but in the L.A. zone
Still wherever I roam remain L.A.'s own
Peace to Madlib, Wildchild, DJ Romes
Got my clothes and loot packed up ready to go
This blackout, never back out type anthems
We blam them, the logo's for life, understand 'em
We stay at this, it's target practice
Judge the cover and the book, motherfucker, it's the total package

[Joe Scudda:]
I'm 'bout to give them the best of me
But you ain't seen nothin', y'all don't wanna see the rest of me
Homeboy, I got the recipe on lock next to me
I'm the future, what they sayin' the best could be
But it's best to be cool with me
Y'all don't wanna really fool with me
Yeah, you better off acting like you used to go to school with me
'Cause you a square like them cubes in the cooler be
As I said, I ain't even reach my full potential
Still I stepped in the game with full credentials
Stars on the collar, stripes on the sleeves
Remember when I used to spend nights in the breeze
Sleeping in the car, speaking into bars
Joe got right so now I'm weakening your odds
Y'all dudes lames and names equal out to frauds
Y'all ain't men, you bitch, better get your bras
So you could hate, I really ain't concerned
Say what you want-when will you motherfuckers learn?
I don't listen to shit that they tell me
Got the Evidence, Joe fucks with the ALC

[The Alchemist:]
Yeah, I put the stamp on it
Got the game in a lock, I put the clamp on it
I'm going straight to the top, I'll bet your camp on it
Put grands on it, then proceed with the plans on it
Any cash to snatch, you know that my hands on it
The fans want it, any stage, I'll stand on it and jam on it
Yeah, just me and my man on it, no band on it
Jump in the crowd and I land on it
Signature style, I'm burning my brand on it
The way I cook a track and dance on it
You don't wanna chance on it
Make a move or make an advance on it
Don't plan on it, I cancel it, and leave you to handle it
You like my style, I see done ran with it, I'm the man with it
I don't break the beat down, I fuckin' dismantle it
I savage it, damage it, bruise it and bandage it
I shit on it, piss on it, stomp on it, stand on it

[KRS-One:]
"Well, let me respond
What I wanna do is jump across the table and beat your fuckin' ass
That's what I wanna do
That's what I'm about
So what's up? "

 

[fox69]

"Ivan's Workout Plan"


[Joan Rivers:]
"How did you change your body? Just really working out?"

[Dolph Lundgren:]
"Mmm-hmm"

[Joan Rivers:]
"Could you take...?"

[Dolph Lundgren:]
"I did martial arts a lot and... *karate sound effects*

[Joan Rivers:]
"Could anybody do that? Could you take these two here?"

[Gene Siskel:]
"Oh, come on, say what you're really thinking"

[Joan Rivers:]
"Could you change anybody's body with enough time? Seriously"

[Dolph Lundgren:]
"Sure, yeah, definitely. It just takes determination, hard work, and good instruction... "

 

[fox69]

"Jabroni"
(feat. Migos & Mac Miller)



[Quavo:]
I growed up lookin' up to wrestlin'
I found it was fake and started hustlin'
Momma told me if you put the muscle in
You gon' make a lot of fuckin' millions
Call it M&Ms, M&M, M&Ms, M&M
You gon' make a lot of fuckin' millions
Call it M&Ms, M&M

Chinchilla on, it's a hundred degrees
All this ice on, body on freeze
Came up runnin' from the police
Now I got the M&Ms, I tell the pig freeze
Remember bad bitches used to want me spendin' cheese
Now I'm on TV, I get the pussy just for free
And I like my money straight no perm just for me
If you try to catch up with me, yeah I'm out your league
Went and copped the Lambo just for the speed
I took your hoe and had to put her on her knees
Row your boat, her mouth is water like the sea
The pussy got me sea-sick, I need some Dramamine

[Offset:]
Offset, my dreams was drivin' the Phantom
In reality I was just trappin'
All the robberies and the kidnappin'
It's a dirty game, you need a napkin
When you got millions, they'll try to assassin
When it come to music, got a passion
We legendary, not the average
Takeoff

[Takeoff:]
All of my niggas had dreams, I put on my Louboutin, in red carpet scene
On the block, tryna' make some work, had to sort the fiend
Had to pick the pot, Billie Jean
I was a regular nigga, now people call me a celebrity nigga
Walkin' around with the M&M, M&M niggas
They call me a decimal nigga
Feeling like Peter Piper walkin' around with 'em peppers
I might go and pet me a nigga
Pull up in the Bentley with bulletproof windows
Migos sellin' out the Staples center

[Mac Miller:]
My homies told me stop being modest and stunt a lil'
Cause most of these rappers just rap, and they never touch a mil
I'm just being honest, cause God, he done made us prophets
To profit, no other option, my pockets is on Uncle Phil
Bitches audition for me, I keep her runnin' drills
Ain't no controllin' these hoes, the dome is mentally I'll
Death to the enemy, ain't no rest til the death of me
Got it locked, penitentiary
Money mountains, Beverly Hills
Woah, it's Mac of all trades
Anything you all need shit I have it all day
It's big cash small change, goin' fast in all lanes
They was sleepin' on me, but I got 'em Adderall wake now
There's no denying me, bonified fire every time I speak the champ
One man dynasty, walk
Why you so sensitive, feminine
I've arrived, let me in motherfucker
Gotdamn

[Quavo:]
I growed up lookin' up to wrestlin'
I found it was fake and started hustlin'
Momma told me if you put the muscle in
You gonna make a lot of fuckin' millions
Call it M&Ms, M&M, M&Ms, M&M
You gonna make a lot of fuckin' millions
Call it M&Ms, M&M

 

[fox69]

"Judas"
(feat. Conway & Westside Gunn)



"Take a walk"
"I gotta change the rear"
"I said fuck off!"
Ayo
Ayo
Fuck these niggas yo
Ayo

Three shots left his stomach out
Dome-ass nigga, these ain't coming out
Niggas tying rope around your fam yo
With shooters so high the nigga won't land yo
Wrist a hundred grand yo
All gold stove every wall got a Van Gogh
Whipped the work, so incredible
Fiend got the pack bit it open like its edible Lord
SB skater on a hater
Phantom on Fairfax, they thought I was a Laker
Don't get embarrassed by the merits
Murals of Paris, I ain't never been to Paris
Murals of Phoenix, I ain't never been to Phoenix
Tom Ford suits of Bobby "The Brain" Heenan
Boston crab, the whole slab
Before I go broke, I'll get the mac and the mask
Over the baby crib, my nigga where the stash at
My man killed his family, killed himself and smoked a bad batch
This margiela on Mad Max
Purge a bitch, titties look fake plus ass fat
Niggas doubted, now they pay homage
New deal with money to send my kids' kids' to college
Ayo, do the knowledge
Ayo, peace to Knxwledge

You niggas garbage
Fuck y'all niggas yo

Fenway monster shit for me and my conglomerates
I heard a lot of niggas spot, but nobody that's dominant
Nobody that's consistent and that's obvious
The music speak for itself, and plus I got murals in other continents
Most of these rap niggas living in they momma's shit
They pushing forty and broke, the safety on the 40 is broke
I blic until you lose consciousness
A high school dropout spitting like I got a doctorate
Degree, I'm what's popping bitch you opposite to me
2016 nobody dropping hotter shit than me
You see I dotted my "i"'s and now I got it to a tee
My goons love me so much, they wanna body shit for free
Like, fuck the bag they don't need it
They just wanna squeeze and leave you deceased, at least a paraplegic
Hit in my head and walked the 'spital, please believe it
Like three days later, now they're comparing me to Jesus
I walked on water, nigga I made the blind see
Turned water to champagne, twelve shooters behind me
Those my disciples, all me verses on a God-level, nigga
You should find those in the bible
I don't think no rapper can fuck with me
Nigga feel different, tell him to get in touch with me
Rap shit, street shit, come and see what's up with me
Filled with brown sticks just to air out your fuckery

 

[fox69]

"Judgement Day"


Ohhh... what you may think
A feeling you can't escape
His eye is on every place
You might as well give up your sins
And let Christ live within
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooo
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooo
Judgement Day
Oh it ain't far away
Give up your sins (give up your sins)
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Won't you let Christ in within

 

[fox69]

"Junk Yard Fight Scene"
(feat. Durag Dynasty)



[Killer Ben:]
Since birth I've been repping the turf, the dark shadow verse
Shallow Hal, bleeding pen pal, I need to see it first
Intangible, blow wig, manageable, nod, eat the chief
Blow the steam, blow the Ox out, she want my piece of tea
My fiends feed off the lead off pitcher
Pitch a no hitter, bleed off the scene I sent ya
It goes baby mini Mac, spitting similac seizure
The house, the car, the baby sitter, amnesia
Invented by the bullshit I twitted, follow me close
I'll lead you to my office of murder, gatting at those
Flamingos, Pablo Costo with all the gringos
A Starr like Ringo, my shots like free throws
Shivering in they boots, with [?] is destitute
Like the scripture of the garden of eden forbidden fruit
The roots are resolute, high definition
Needing no repetition, fancy bitches in high boots

[Planet Asia:]
Thinking is digital, smokescreen sneak attack, mind like water
Bone crusher, blood spiller, what you think of that?
Coming up with all types of shit
I don't even write no more I just let Dr. Dre write my shit
My squad is impossible odds
With the posture of God, shocked by high tropical charge
We blow skittles, coke dribble, wrote riddles and quotes
Army cold killers of the Coast, popping the most
My stee' is to get the pot cooking, catch you slipping
And hop up out the bushes when you not looking
What you tryna prove, you just a molecule
I drop charcoal and start barbecuing all of you
Artists marching, parched and we taught 'em the article
No comicals, we just body niggas, promise you

[TriState:]
Flow tiller, killer gorilla, Godzilla
Peel a onion head nigga for scrilla, no filler
Thriller, moonwalk, mashed potato, Clark Gable
Stable, two step shatter and strangle, gold cable dangle
Durag under the fitted, gold kitted
Spit it special at a diva delicious, blowing kisses
This is pure pathetic, fresh phonetics
Style embedded from arrogant rock, don't sweat it
Let it, simmer and sit, my glimmering gift
Curse niggas with a present now you swimming in shit
Shit, it's the Backwoods, military, cobra khan
Twisted off of monkey brains, dumping out the firearms
Get your riot on, Rodney King
Rock heavy bling and break Cali out of the bing
We the illest, cocaine crack rap concealers
Mac Millers, ready to clap at wack niggas

 

[fox69]

"Kalashnikov Guns"
(feat. Guilty Simpson)



The demonstration of who the best is, stresses
When I inflict your death wish, check this
Before I check you, and tell you
What the rest knew already, we get it heavy
Moneybags'll crack the axle on your Chevy
Get ready, prepare for the truth
I double dare one to double cross me, bleed the booth
You can't flee, pursuit, we run 'em down
Blindfold 'em, line 'em up, gun 'em down
Even when I fuck around I don't fuck around
My life work'll leave your life hurt
Smell the perpetrator, yeah, I smell like purp
Dirt do it do you dirty and give you back to earth
For what it's worth find another turf
Before you work learn to hustle first
Cotton mouth with a hunger thirst
I drain Henny 'til I'm full, the raging bull
Tote mossbergs and yell pull!
Aim it at your chestplate, call him lead face
You get crumbs when the bread breaks
I get big chunks, and rob rich chumps
Don't get found in a ditch slumped
We running at a thoroughbred's pace
Pump your breaks, I'll see you at the wake nigga