Boldy James, The Alchemist - Speed Demon Freestyle lyrics

"I want his house burnt to the ground
I wanna go there in the middle of the night
I wanna piss on his ashes!"

Well spoken on some niggas that
Been jail broken heard he told on his plug
CO left his cell open
Might go out in a blaze of glory
Still in Hell toting dumping at Lucifer
Sig Sauer with the barrel smoking
That's how we know the drank hit
When ain't no seal on it
Boldy still'll make a fake brick and
Put the smell on it trafficking the bag
Ain't got no paper trail on it
A million dollars in cash
Would you kill for it?
No punchlines, no cute shit
'Cause if I press play my
Niggas really mute shit
Had dog bleeding from the mouth
Thick as mucus
Niggas boosting on the murkings
"We just heard a bunch of shooting"
Real underground kings
We come from the sewage
Don't let me do it to you
Dunny 'cause I overdo it
This murder music with Ali
He co-wrote and produced it
Coke in the microwave
I showboat when I nuke it
Snakes on the collar of my shirt
This polo so exclusive
Out in Vegas at The Mirage
Shit ain't no illusion
You know who winning but of course
We all know who losing
Jump with them killers off the porch
We all know who rooting
For the bad guy in the
Movie smoking on a Cuban
Dope sweet as a Suzy Q
I got the smokers poofing
No excuses for my behavior
Was broke and stupid
Contributing, doing the devil's work
On my Joyner Lucas

"See it in your face, I got the good stuff"
"Alright"

Loafing in the spot with
M-box making pill flips
Spill trips, touched a couple hundred
Need a meal ticket
Ghetto nigga putting up numbers
Like I'm Will Smith real shit
Pack a little darker but it's still piff
Scratch and sniff
Scent a magic marker way this blill hit
Still with the shit's
Up the stick and hit the killswitch
Crumbled up packs come assorted
Like some trail mix
Shellfish, bo's by the ton like a Celtic
Selfish with this loaded gun
I get you melted
Attorney left my co-D mayne feeling helpless
Lost bro to murder one
All the pain I done felt it
H, I done scaled it, the 'caine
I done dealt it
Get popped with a brick out of
State and catch a Elvis
Eldritch, how long we been
Taking federal jail risks
Now every time the mail run
That's a 12 strip
What is this velvet? Bust at your helmet
RIP you and your OG, fuck a spell check
DA tried to snatch my bond back
But my bail set kel Tec clip a buck fifty
Put you on bed rest
Held bag, dropped out twice
Never been held back
It ain't really too much shit in
Life a nigga failed at
Been to hell and back
Came home 19 with jail tats
Now we leaving niggas at the
Light in them Hellcats