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letra de the essence - the alchemist

[intro: jadakiss]
ah-ha. uh. yeah. know who it is. (i-i-infantry, 1st infantry)
kiss of death, motherf-cker (a-a-a-a-a-alchemist)
definitely the strongest sh-t on the shelf
double r, d-block (1st infantry)
yeah, what, yo, yo…

[verse 1: jadakiss]
listen, the thugs need it, hoes gon’ use it
me? i’m just a young n-gga that make old music
uh, sh-t 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
n-gga, 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 sh-t to interact wit’
i hurt the game, hurt ravines
soon as you murk somethin’ these n-ggas’ll chirp janine
yeah, let ’em all c-ck 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 n-ggas only know three words: “he shot me” (uh)
that’s why i be eyein’ ’em down
no dap, no rap ’cause these n-ggas 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” m-th–f-ckas. what!
“calamate” “que te calmo”
know what that mean, huh? calm down…before i calm you down!

[styles p]
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 godd-mn shame
the talk on your album, i thought you had a block wit’chu?
couple n-ggas to pop wit’chu—you full of sh-t!
and the only thing you got is a couple n-ggas to drop wit’chu
waiting for a n-gga…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 b-tch n-ggas 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 k!llers 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?
sh-t, let me explain, my brain is on a different wave
everybody get it now—f-ck it, it’s a different day
and suck my d-ck when i ain’t got sh-t to say
n-ggas think i’m dumb like i ain’t put them bricks away
prepared for the war, anxious to k!ll
bang sh-t, swing sh-t, leave you shanked in the grill
i ain’t give a f-ck then or now, when or how
how many n-ggas die? that depend on styles
what!

(sheek: and my nephew alchemist…)

[verse 3: sheek louch]
ayo, i ain’t seen nothing yet
n-ggas all threat—p-ssy when they sober, thugs when they wet
what up, k!ller? n-gga, 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 f-ckin’ up a lot of sh-t i gotta get
and i hate for this to get out of hand
to have to give it to a n-gga i played wit’ in the sand
sh-t, the west coast barely know the name of our band
that’s why i spit enough heat to give a n-gga a tan
a’ight, i know you got mad cake—okay, n-gga, and?
sheek don’t give a f-ck, 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 f-cked up man! p p-ss that blunt
yo busy, where my yak at, son?
f-ck that, i’m outta here
let’s go…

(r-r-r-reppin’ alc, you know what i’m sayin? 1st infantry b-tch (b-tch b-tch))

- the alchemist

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