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Alchemist, you me, man
I'm the type of nigga that write
Right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the
You know I'm sayin'?

Word, but I wanted to bring a of books
To the studio today, man, I these shits
Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I don't even when I was writing these shits
Or in these shits, man, probably a bunch of bullshit
Fuck it, it

How can I trust you I can't trust me?
Picture a old man, a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with liers all day, time
Nah, start somethin' else

Soul on ice, death given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you around clowns
I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been blessed
I I was abnormal
'Cause I overcome any task called to

So there it is, I'ma prince, I'ma get
Some do minor shit, swear they on the top of game
Ya rhymin' is called 'Vagina
It kinda supports theories of scary
Who should lie in the

Rarely come in contact with the real
Since Pun passed, he was the last of sun I could feel
Yo, said, "There's a few since music's expressions of life"
Damn, I wish I took more time to in my Book of Rhymes

Oh shit, Tina, been lookin' for this bitch number,
No, this is weak, this is weak
I remember bullshit, right here
My of Rhymes
Gandhi was a, what the

Gandhi was a fool, nigga, fight to the
The US Army is a school that ya plights of conquest
I wonder I wrote this, nah it's weak
The money's ya religion, sky's the limit, life
Numbers is big business, the poor live trife

The glimmers of hope those without dollars to dream
Through your existence wealthy, knowledge is king
Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, with hard luck
Addicts and fiends, prostitutes passin' for is my society
Cops that shoot blacks is for notoriety

Grow up well dressed niggas with charms
Beautiful ladies on arms
Dangerous new cars was my for Nas
my lips with Campophenique
Still behind the ears wet, out to be pioneer's vets

Amongst hustlers, crack sellers and and squares
Nah, that was there
My people be projects or jail, never or Yale
Pardon me, type in my two way I'm chargin' my cell
It's hard to be up with Gucci, God, poverty's real

I can't fight you 'cause you would sue me, niggas be
I see tryin' to make albums spittin' my style
And they don't even realize that I notice stealin' Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James with that Marie
My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's
This be my Book of Rhymes

This can't be my Book of Rhymes, this bullshit!
My of Rhymes
Nah, neva that, that, aww, why you laughin' Alchemist?
Huh, you a funny nigga, nah,
My Book of

I'm tellin' you, I'ma up with some new shit now
Fuck that, I'ma write again now, fuck
I musta been on some shit
What the is this?

Look, how we treat pregnancy, women in the
Our values so low, our values are no
Things our mothers us, we shoulda heeded
now we need it, we older, almost able to

I'm of you, how come you so beautiful?
fresh, youthful, intelligent while I'm stressin' this shit
Aiyo, I you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way
"Such a innocent child", is some say

I get upset 'cause I just want to be the way you are
Like a star, not a worry in this world far
But wait a minute, we need ya mother's attention
I must be crazy, of my own baby infant, kinda crazy