The Turning Point - The Alchemist, Roc Marciano

Swab the deck, Indian Ocean

Ibuprofen, pies are broken the safe’s pried open

I boasted while the duck got roasted

And posted, my jacket was poached, I provoked it

Fifth on the hip bone

Flip a hippo, then hit the bitch stroll

Wrist glow like, disco lights, Morris Day

Michael Knight, I’m wearing fahrenheit, a rare knight

Bite the pear when it’s ripe

The old banana in the tail pipe

The fishscale’s white, the hammer’s held tight

Didn’t polite, we’ll snipe the throne out in the turnpike

Uh, burn a joint, I’m at my turning point

Tryna earn points, the herb we burnt was turquoise

Maneuver the leg, black lens, metal Medusa head

Le Coq Sportif, leather rooster egg

Triple beam balance between fabric

Established, fucking on a king size mattress

Good with the iron, I’m a blacksmith

Real tactics, resort to pay street taxes

Armani sense at the barber with pimps

A french peppermint, 85 percent’s mescaline

I went to sketch the next testament

The nectar was sipped, I slipped dick in a specimen

Blocks is desolate, we still hustle though (Have a blast)

Move weight, it’s conducive to muscle growth

Double the gross, fuck a humble approach, in coach

Light up the roach and spit a bundle of dope

Colorful coats, cope

The gold spirit was evoked, I can feel it gettin' close

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