The Alchemist, Fashawn - Rap Seduction lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Alchemist, Fashawn - Rap Seduction lyrics]
("We coolin’ and rap music is rulin’
And we stand here and we
Represent rap music because, um
It’s kinda it’s kinda different
It’s like the way Rock n’ Roll
Was back in the days
The way they wouldn’t accept Rock & Roll…")
I’m from the lower bottoms of rap
Where they slang Oxycontins and
They pockets is fat from steady clockin’
Stocking caps over the face
You gotta watch ‘em
Young thugs smother the strip
Then count the profit do or die
That’s the only most are plottin’
Organized like the mobsters
Keep an eye out for fake friends
When you tryna make ends
Meet on your own two feet
Some good ganja in my lungs
Now the cipher complete
I hit the corner like a meteorite, late night
I exhale a cloud of smoke and
Let my mind take flight
Windpipe’s like "No other kid could clear
I’m precise" give me a second
Let me bless ‘em with the lessons I write
My intellect gets to flex when
I step on the mic
It’s seduction, breathe on the track
No interruptions streets hot
Got the blood in my vein bubblin’
Gun in my jeans, I can’t help it
I’m troublesome i hit the alleyway and
See my brother Corleone
Said, "It’s about to go down
You oughta head home"
Before I knew it, niggas shootin’
I had to keep it movin’
Nowadays, AK’s kind of remind me of music
Got these niggas in the shell shock
Every station, barbershop to cell block
Ain’t get the memo
Then I slip one in your mailbox
Red hot think not?
And we stand here and we
Represent rap music because, um
It’s kinda it’s kinda different
It’s like the way Rock n’ Roll
Was back in the days
The way they wouldn’t accept Rock & Roll…")
I’m from the lower bottoms of rap
Where they slang Oxycontins and
They pockets is fat from steady clockin’
Stocking caps over the face
You gotta watch ‘em
Young thugs smother the strip
Then count the profit do or die
That’s the only most are plottin’
Organized like the mobsters
Keep an eye out for fake friends
When you tryna make ends
Meet on your own two feet
Some good ganja in my lungs
Now the cipher complete
I hit the corner like a meteorite, late night
I exhale a cloud of smoke and
Let my mind take flight
Windpipe’s like "No other kid could clear
I’m precise" give me a second
Let me bless ‘em with the lessons I write
My intellect gets to flex when
I step on the mic
It’s seduction, breathe on the track
No interruptions streets hot
Got the blood in my vein bubblin’
Gun in my jeans, I can’t help it
I’m troublesome i hit the alleyway and
See my brother Corleone
Said, "It’s about to go down
You oughta head home"
Before I knew it, niggas shootin’
I had to keep it movin’
Nowadays, AK’s kind of remind me of music
Got these niggas in the shell shock
Every station, barbershop to cell block
Ain’t get the memo
Then I slip one in your mailbox
Red hot think not?