The Alchemist, Evidence, Joe Scudda - It's Gon' Pop lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Alchemist, Evidence, Joe Scudda - It's Gon' Pop lyrics]
Went from Bourne Identity to Bourne Supremacy
These cats are little ornaments
That fall off eventually
Good or bad, every time I rhyme
They wanna mention me
Thorns in my side are just pricks
A waste of energy call me what you want
Ain’t phased by my title
Believe a notebook, I’ll lie on any Bible
I’m gassed by the game
Never starstruck from stardom
Went uptown and found Heaven up in Harlem
In NY but in the LA zone
Still wherever I roam remain LA’s own
Peace to Madlib, Wildchild, DJ Romes
Got my clothes and loot packed up ready to go
This blackout, never back out type anthems
We blam them, the logo’s for life
Understand ‘em
We stay at this, it’s target practice
Judge the cover and the book, motherfucker
It’s the total package
I’m ‘bout to give them the best of me
But you ain’t seen nothin’
Y’all don’t wanna see the rest of me
Homeboy, I got the recipe on lock next to me
I’m the future
What they sayin’ the best could be
But it’s best to be cool with me
Y’all don’t wanna really fool with me
Yeah, you better off acting like you used
To go to school with me
‘Cause you a square like them
Cubes in the cooler be as I said
I ain’t even reach my full potential
Still I stepped in the
Game with full credentials
Stars on the collar, stripes on the sleeves
Remember when I used to spend
Nights in the breeze
Sleeping in the car, speaking into bars
Joe got right so now I’m weakening your odds
Y’all dudes lames and names
Equal out to frauds
Y’all ain’t men, you bitch
Better get your bras
So you could hate, I really ain’t concerned
Say what you want when
Will you motherfuckers learn?
I don’t listen to shit that they tell me
Got the Evidence, Joe fucks with the ALC
Yeah, I put the stamp on it
Got the game in a lock, I put the clamp on it
I’m going straight to the top
I’ll bet your camp on it put grands on it
Then proceed with the plans on it
Any cash to snatch
You know that my hands on it
The fans want it, any stage
I’ll stand on it and jam on it
Yeah, just me and my man on it, no band on it
Jump in the crowd and I land on it
Signature style, I’m burning my brand on it
The way I cook a track and dance on it
You don’t wanna chance on it
Make a move or make an advance on it
Don’t plan on it, I cancel it
And leave you to handle it
You like my style, I see done ran with it
I’m the man with it
I don’t break the beat down
I fuckin’ dismantle it
I savage it, damage it
Bruise it and bandage it
I shit on it, piss on it, stomp on it
Stand on it
"Well, let me respond
What I wanna do is jump across the
Table and beat your fuckin’ ass
That’s what I wanna do that’s what I’m about
So what’s up?"
These cats are little ornaments
That fall off eventually
Good or bad, every time I rhyme
They wanna mention me
Thorns in my side are just pricks
A waste of energy call me what you want
Ain’t phased by my title
Believe a notebook, I’ll lie on any Bible
I’m gassed by the game
Never starstruck from stardom
Went uptown and found Heaven up in Harlem
In NY but in the LA zone
Still wherever I roam remain LA’s own
Peace to Madlib, Wildchild, DJ Romes
Got my clothes and loot packed up ready to go
This blackout, never back out type anthems
We blam them, the logo’s for life
Understand ‘em
We stay at this, it’s target practice
Judge the cover and the book, motherfucker
It’s the total package
I’m ‘bout to give them the best of me
But you ain’t seen nothin’
Y’all don’t wanna see the rest of me
Homeboy, I got the recipe on lock next to me
I’m the future
What they sayin’ the best could be
But it’s best to be cool with me
Y’all don’t wanna really fool with me
Yeah, you better off acting like you used
To go to school with me
‘Cause you a square like them
Cubes in the cooler be as I said
I ain’t even reach my full potential
Still I stepped in the
Game with full credentials
Stars on the collar, stripes on the sleeves
Remember when I used to spend
Nights in the breeze
Sleeping in the car, speaking into bars
Joe got right so now I’m weakening your odds
Y’all dudes lames and names
Equal out to frauds
Y’all ain’t men, you bitch
Better get your bras
So you could hate, I really ain’t concerned
Say what you want when
Will you motherfuckers learn?
I don’t listen to shit that they tell me
Got the Evidence, Joe fucks with the ALC
Yeah, I put the stamp on it
Got the game in a lock, I put the clamp on it
I’m going straight to the top
I’ll bet your camp on it put grands on it
Then proceed with the plans on it
Any cash to snatch
You know that my hands on it
The fans want it, any stage
I’ll stand on it and jam on it
Yeah, just me and my man on it, no band on it
Jump in the crowd and I land on it
Signature style, I’m burning my brand on it
The way I cook a track and dance on it
You don’t wanna chance on it
Make a move or make an advance on it
Don’t plan on it, I cancel it
And leave you to handle it
You like my style, I see done ran with it
I’m the man with it
I don’t break the beat down
I fuckin’ dismantle it
I savage it, damage it
Bruise it and bandage it
I shit on it, piss on it, stomp on it
Stand on it
"Well, let me respond
What I wanna do is jump across the
Table and beat your fuckin’ ass
That’s what I wanna do that’s what I’m about
So what’s up?"