The Essence - The Alchemist

Definitely the strongest shit on the shelf

Double R, D-Block (1st infantry)

Yeah, what, yo, yo…

Listen, the thugs need it, hoes gon' use it

Me?

I’m just a young nigga that make old music

Uh, shit is real, I put the inf on the 4

Keep it wit' me 'cause possessions 9/10ths of the law

Here I am goin' all out again, doin' all that I can

Even had a daughter born outta sin

Nigga, I make pain cinematic

I spit dope and you been a addict;

treat beef like jail

Summertime, somethin' big with the scope under the winter jacket

I use the winter tactics, and I know you tryin' to play the role

But bullets the wrong shit to interact wit'

I hurt the game, hurt ravines

Soon as you murk somethin' these niggas’ll chirp Janine

Yeah, let 'em all cock ride, in my mansion with a bottle

Move a novel and the wall spin counter-clockwise

Might as well go on, go and see papi

'Cause niggas only know three words: «He shot me» (Uh)

That’s why I be eyein' 'em down

No dap, no rap 'cause these niggas be wired for sound

But I still put a hole in a goon, Jada Montega

Still put a hole in a spoon, pay the bond later

Plenty ones, plenty guns, plenty ammo

Remember this: «Calmate», ''que te calmo'' mutha-fuckas.

What!

«Calamate» «que te calmo»

Know what that mean, huh?

Calm down… before I calm you down!

I don’t wanna talk much

You gettin' hawked up and chopped up

Two guns up on your tour bus

Heard you got the cops wit’chu—that's a goddamn shame

The talk on your album, I thought you had a block wit’chu?

Couple niggas to pop wit’chu—you full of shit!

And the only thing you got is a couple niggas to drop wit’chu

Waiting for a nigga… wit' a mouth like you

When they said you was the hottest, they meant out yo' crew

I’m the hardest in New York City

Think not?

I got a Glock, Sheek Louch style, you walk wit me

You bitch niggas will die leery

I keep the 9 in the 5 Series

Why don’t you come work a 9-to-5 wit' me?

See, the bricks moved, the stick-ups pulled

I got the killers laying flat down in pickups too

Pop up and put a clip in your mug

Hate is different than love, it spread faster—is you gettin' me, cuz?

Shit, let me explain, my brain is on a different wave

Everybody get it now—fuck it, it’s a different day

And suck my dick when I ain’t got shit to say

Niggas think I’m dumb like I ain’t put them bricks away

Prepared for the war, anxious to kill

Bang shit, swing shit, leave you shanked in the grill

I ain’t give a fuck then or now, when or how

How many niggas die?

That depend on Styles

WHAT!

(Sheek: And my nephew Alchemist…)

Ayo, I ain’t seen nothing yet

Niggas all threat—pussy when they sober, thugs when they wet

What up, killer?

Nigga, please, stop frontin'

You don’t need a safe to hold 5 G’s

My neck don’t freeze and my wrist don’t either

I don’t need it—I just copped a house on a Visa

And I ain’t go platinum, my first album was a teaser

Now they on my meat like ice in the freezer

Sheek Louch, I tell you that boy he’s a

Problem—I take out blackheads like a tweezer

We’ll discredit you homie and let the wolves eat you

We don’t need to dump lead at you, homie

You either in or you out of it

'Cause I got a son now, and you fuckin' up a lot of shit I gotta get

And I hate for this to get out of hand

To have to give it to a nigga I played wit' in the sand

Shit, the West Coast barely know the name of our band

That’s why I spit enough heat to give a nigga a tan

A’ight, I know you got mad cake—okay, nigga, AND?

Sheek don’t give a fuck, I let my gut hang

You one day away from lipo and a face tuck

This that D-Block, Alchemist heat rock

Yo, I’m fucked up man!

P pass that blunt

Yo Busy, where my yak at, son?

Fuck that, I’m outta here

Let’s go…

(R-r-r-reppin' ALC, you know what I’m sayin? 1st Infantry bitch (bitch bitch))