Doo Wop - The Alchemist, Planet Asia, Blu

Yo, ah, spokes, spinning gold, hunnerds folding

Hunnerd folds, rocking golds, stunting

That some swolle' hunnerds

Like they wasn’t though, push that other though

Summer zone, stuck on a stone

Rubbing the rabbits foot, fattened by that fish

Fathom

Full as fuck, like a Woolly and a phantom

In its mammoth mouth

Mix the fly fragrance with the Jasmine

Feeling passionate, passing by Pappy’s

In a Caddy frog, big-body Buick banging Dilla Dog

Lost in the thorns, almost cost him his arm

Super scrolls off the block with the charm

Blew his nose on a cloth made of yarn

Cool collected and calm

Should have been

Long nights had you looking at dawns

Could he be wrong?

And the energy

Feeling like the moon and me was meant to be

Left the day jealous like the sun doesn’t visit him

You kidding me B?

I’m where that chemistry peaks

Between wind and water, rich off calligraphy leaves

Written like…

Welcome to the Terrordome

Gold herringbone flow

Shell-toe Geronimo, domino bro'

Magical, moment of zoning

Dollar rate, scholar slate

You can’t tolerate with, what I consolidate

You fucking with me, that’s a myth that I just dominate

The Death Star shade of black

Barricade, bury your bus

Fade your area with various thrusts

The most dangerous, dangling diamond

Foreign languages hang with us, bang with us

Clap up your halo, sprinkle the angel dust

Solid stone, polished chrome

Saturday night special, I came to bless you

Unless you wanna get into some gangster

Do the math, I’m something Middle-Eastern

I’m a iron skillet, with hot grease, popping pieces

Rocking my sneakers on top of speakers

Cop a feature, and stop leaching

My dialog, dietary law requires for you to just

Go and jump off the deep end

My crisis, robbed twice

The Stock Market talking crisis

I’m not a Pisces, I keep Aquarius advisors

The nicest, burning the baggy tops off the cyphers

No need to test the vest

There’s no scales weighing these mices

Iron Flag fortune, brown bag, fortieth lunches

Y’all niggas lunching, like roasted ducks posted in ovens

I am flag money in the glad bag

Stretching ironclad, iron bag mic-jack low

Flashing the pistol, spazz

Green Cee-Lo, Elohim, cream Emo

I reload, throw Cee-Lo, hear, see no evil

Cobain credo, elope the Pope smoke his meat loaf

Bury the weed toast

We under siege, bleed East-Coast

And shorty deepthroat, be on her knees

Green Peacoat