The Alchemist, The LOX - The Essence lyrics

AH-HA uh yeah know who it is
(I I Infantry, 1st Infantry)
Kiss of Death, motherfucker
(A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist)
Definitely the strongest shit on the shelf
Double R, D-Block (1st infantry)
Yeah, what, yo, yo

Listen, the thugs need it, hoes gon' use it
Me? I'm just a young nigga
That make old music
Uh, shit 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
Nigga, 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 shit to interact wit'
I hurt the game, hurt ravines
Soon as you murk somethin'
These niggas'll chirp Janine
Yeah, let 'em all cock 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 niggas only know three
Words: "He shot me" (Uh)
That's why I be eyein' 'em down no dap
No rap 'cause these niggas 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'' mutha-fuckas what!

"Calamate" "que te calmo"
Know what that mean
Huh? Calm downbefore I calm you down!

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 goddamn shame
The talk on your album
I thought you had a block wit'chu?
Couple niggas to pop wit'chu
You full of shit!
And the only thing you got is
A couple niggas to drop wit'chu
Waiting for a niggawit' 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 bitch niggas 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 killers 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?
Shit, let me explain
My brain is on a different wave
Everybody get it now fuck it
It's a different day
And suck my dick when I ain't got shit to say
Niggas think I'm dumb like I
Ain't put them bricks away
Prepared for the war, anxious to kill
Bang shit, swing shit
Leave you shanked in the grill
I ain't give a fuck then or now, when or how
How many niggas die? That depend on Styles
WHAT!

And my nephew Alchemist

Ayo, I ain't seen nothing yet
Niggas all threat pussy when they sober
Thugs when they wet
What up, killer? Nigga, 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 fuckin' up a lot of shit I gotta get
And I hate for this to get out of hand
To have to give it to a nigga
I played wit' in the sand
Shit, the West Coast barely know
The name of our band
That's why I spit enough heat to
Give a nigga a tan
A'ight, I know you got mad cake okay, nigga
AND?
Sheek don't give a fuck, 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 fucked up man! P pass that blunt
Yo Busy, where my yak at, son?
Fuck that, I'm outta here let's go
(R-r-r-reppin' ALC
You know what I'm sayin? 1st Infantry bitch
(bitch bitch) )