Roc Marciano, The Alchemist, Ice-T - The Horns of Abraxas lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Roc Marciano, The Alchemist, Ice-T - The Horns of Abraxas lyrics]
Okay, check this out, man
Let me tell you a story
About doing a fucking favor for a friend
Right he gave me a car, I start driving
He wanted me to dump it
Somewhere in Long Island
Like out in some, you know
Marsh or some wild field or some bullshit
That wasn't something unexpected
'Cause the nigga been doing dirt for years
He gets in, he gets out
But this time it's the feds
So I know it's serious business
Heads or tails, death or jail
The road to success was hell
With the bones of the dead soldiers
We left a trail
Your soul just left your shell (Woo)
The cobra shed it's scales
The coke was Pelle Pelle (Pelle)
The rose Rollie pink Champelle
Handlin' pills, Sam Cassell, slide on 'em
(Slide on 'em)
Hit em' up style, Blu Cantrell
You can't tell? (Right before your very eyes
With no surprise)
Uh, the final level like ice
This a zeitgeist i bit the red Mike and Ike
Put out your lights like you got hit
By Iron Mike with the right
I'm just on the mic exorcising my rights (Uh)
Wild life, bite ya windpipe
I'm not the type you wanna pick
Up at night tryna hitchhike (Uh)
Look what I did with just a kitchen knife
The only thing missing was spice
I always had this particular vice (Uh)
Right before your very eyes with no surprise
(Talk)
I fantasize about a Fantacide (Uh)
I'm standing over your dead
Parents fanning flies (Woo)
The Porsche Panamera, it flies (It flies)
I'm wearing Fear of God
But, I don't even fear god (Woo)
The cardiologist can't hear my heart (Whoop)
I'm dark
Did a lot of robberies in the Skylark (Yup)
Left tire marks (Skrrt)
All this ice, it don't hide my scars
The firearm, it belong on a tripod (Uh)
Got this far without even trying hard
Imagine if I apply my smarts marci'
So I was gloved up
I ain't left no prints in the motherfucker
So I'm like, "Yo
This shit is just abandoned"
So, my curiosity got to me
Sayin', "Why does this shit stink?" Right?
I pop the trunk, and listen, my nigga
Two dead bodies in the back of the trunk
Plastic bags over they heads
Covered in maggots
Maggots, two dead motherfuckers
I'm looking at this shit, I'm like
"This nigga"
Let me tell you a story
About doing a fucking favor for a friend
Right he gave me a car, I start driving
He wanted me to dump it
Somewhere in Long Island
Like out in some, you know
Marsh or some wild field or some bullshit
That wasn't something unexpected
'Cause the nigga been doing dirt for years
He gets in, he gets out
But this time it's the feds
So I know it's serious business
Heads or tails, death or jail
The road to success was hell
With the bones of the dead soldiers
We left a trail
Your soul just left your shell (Woo)
The cobra shed it's scales
The coke was Pelle Pelle (Pelle)
The rose Rollie pink Champelle
Handlin' pills, Sam Cassell, slide on 'em
(Slide on 'em)
Hit em' up style, Blu Cantrell
You can't tell? (Right before your very eyes
With no surprise)
Uh, the final level like ice
This a zeitgeist i bit the red Mike and Ike
Put out your lights like you got hit
By Iron Mike with the right
I'm just on the mic exorcising my rights (Uh)
Wild life, bite ya windpipe
I'm not the type you wanna pick
Up at night tryna hitchhike (Uh)
Look what I did with just a kitchen knife
The only thing missing was spice
I always had this particular vice (Uh)
Right before your very eyes with no surprise
(Talk)
I fantasize about a Fantacide (Uh)
I'm standing over your dead
Parents fanning flies (Woo)
The Porsche Panamera, it flies (It flies)
I'm wearing Fear of God
But, I don't even fear god (Woo)
The cardiologist can't hear my heart (Whoop)
I'm dark
Did a lot of robberies in the Skylark (Yup)
Left tire marks (Skrrt)
All this ice, it don't hide my scars
The firearm, it belong on a tripod (Uh)
Got this far without even trying hard
Imagine if I apply my smarts marci'
So I was gloved up
I ain't left no prints in the motherfucker
So I'm like, "Yo
This shit is just abandoned"
So, my curiosity got to me
Sayin', "Why does this shit stink?" Right?
I pop the trunk, and listen, my nigga
Two dead bodies in the back of the trunk
Plastic bags over they heads
Covered in maggots
Maggots, two dead motherfuckers
I'm looking at this shit, I'm like
"This nigga"