The Kosmos Pt. 1 - Liftoff - The Alchemist, Chuuwee

My barbershop rhyming

Quest told him what’s a goon to a grown man

Tell Houston we’ve got a problem

We have lift off so tell 'em that I don’t want to land

High as fuck I said it before

I came to bring the pain hardcore

You Aries Spears, I’m Aries the God of war

Better be Gs in my palm when I perform

Keep calm under pressure if you don’t give us alarm

Then a bunch of killer bees going to swarm like a swat team

Game cold I heard just like a iceberg

Niggas try me I turn 'em Rodney, hockey

Get beat down, do you got me?

Sock it to niggas like a bopper, boxer, Ali

No nigga tops me, I place tips

On whoever try to stop me, a net never caught me

Get 'em drunk nigga, sloppy

A nigga pop me then I’ll be a new Pac, Veli, Maki

Me and my team moving at mach speeds

You twenty per hour and I’s mach-3

Copy cats be trying to jock me and mock me

Label booked my flight, yours was not free

Oxycontin got me

Yelling out ollie-ollie oxen free, she yell papi

Yeah, yeah nigga who got beef?

I bust raps like I chop trees

I chop trees then re-up and re-cop seeds

Green thumb then I take it back to the block streets

And niggas lift off

C-section niggas probably pissed off

Better cut your bitch dog