Alchemist, Alchemist
And my nephew called Alchemist
It's the drama hour, it ain't no time to cower
You nervous, your hands clammy, got your brain leakin' like chowder
What's sweet without the sour? What's black without the power?
What's M-O-B-B without Loud Records? A little louder
King, who the fuck could crown you?
A mean flow or this ratchet, which one you gon' battle?
Which I just lick it off, you faggots is sniffin' powder
Geeked up, my heat's up, Havoc why they doubt ya
Call me the silent partner, Q-B the Parson, the knocker
Arch you to wherever, armed with a revolver
For your daily departure, the pound's a fuckin' barber
'Cause it'll really part ya like Leroy the Barber
Chocolate and more darker, black whip, the black rims
Get your buddy in the freezer cold, the hammer's in my pocket
Dump and reload, nah, I ain't a peaceful marcher
What goes around comes around, hollows full of karma
Don't get your fuckin' head blowed off
We done carried these guns for sure
Have you layin' in a puddle of blood
On the floor like, "There that go"
Don't get your fuckin' head blowed off
We done carried these guns for sure
Have you layin' in a puddle of blood
On the floor like, "There that go"
Homie, you bitches jail, you'd rather stay locked in
You couldn't stand the pressure of population
You a meal, out in the streets, you a bitch
How you gon' let that soldier next to you die, kid?
You not my blood, nah, you a crossbreed
You can send loads of goons, platoons and ranks
You not my cuz, you better send for backup, B
See because I'm 'bout to show you why you need tanks
When you hear them bangs, those is not fireworks, man
One hole'll change your face,'specially in the head
You heard us and changed your style and thuggin' instead
You saw us and said, "Wow, that's how I wanna flip it"
Them niggas is hard, even your girls love the Mobb
And we money over bum bitches, still they wanna slob
Still have 'em in the house, in they panties and they bras
And these the same broads y'all pledged matrimony for
Don't get your fuckin' head blowed off
We done carried these guns for sure
Have you layin' in a puddle of blood
On the floor like, "There that go"
Don't get your fuckin' head blowed off
We done carried these guns for sure
Have you layin' in a puddle of blood
On the floor like, "There that go"
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