The Alchemist - eLZhi

Let’s go back to '97

Produced by The Alchemist

F an introduction

Cause if I state my name, you lames’ll get to duckin

You heard one rhyme and couldn’t forget the substance

Just a dosage on my vaccine will crack trees

Turn the sun cold

Frontwards fold the cap of your knees

Eyes bloodshot you spit

Me lose a battle is about as slim as a Ethiopian’s ribcage

Freaking rap genius

Who thinks otherwise can catch the black penis and

They all shook

Looking over they shoulder twice

Kill a rapper in cold blood like a murderer throwing ice

More than nice with the poetry, I’m courteous

that creates pure nervousness

Rappers ain’t rappers no more they burglars

Biting certain things I threw away

Doctor gave me a prescription of wack emcees

(This is a Libido Speedo exclusive)

And half of y’all booty with a label that commits anal acts

What I’m spittin is written Armageddon to a degree

So uh look out world, I hope you’re ready for me

Sick of these wack cats that rap that sound like I did if I backtrack

That’s wack, it’s time to eliminate all this wack scrap

then call me a

Drop heavier than a fallin of bricks

Crack eggs and yoke you jokers to get all of your mix

My routine’s fit for a king sittin thrones

Niggas scared to bust holes in me like I’m the ozone

Poison radiates to the vinyl to the turntable plate

Needle activates if the record breaks it can take your face

Turn you into DJ Nicholas Cage, I’m John Travolta

We can trade places exchange faces

Who’s laughing now

Who’s unconscious blacking out

Glass jaw, throw bricks in a glove and smack your mouth

You rappers stay 10 steps behind me

My poetical slang could put you out of this game like Jumamji

Shaolin monch of this rap world

Those who egotistic, I put you down unzip my pants and release some liquids

Guess I’m over your head you goin dry

I got this on lock it’s hard to pry

My third eye is a third rail

Shocking to hear what I spit out

I don’t chill I’m a recliner because I do flip out when it’s time for some

action

Beyond every line I’m detachin

Cats run and say «it's the bomb»

What I’m spittin is written Armageddon to a degree

So uh look out world, I hope you’re ready for me

Sick of these wack cats that rap that sound like I did if I backtrack

That’s wack, it’s time to eliminate all this wack scrap