The Kosmos Pt. 6 - Life on Another Planet - The Alchemist

This ain’t rap call it carpentry

Blades sharp enough to cut carpet, I’m sticking to the paper

No cupcakes, I’m awkward, leave 'em all in awe

And all in all it went well, Tylenol for the swelling

Midol, you butter soft rappers, fucking with a Dewalt miter saw

You might of saw me on the bulleting

Bullet fragments, metallic pieces in my thesis

Ultra violet rays, riesling, private beaches

We extra violent, rush ya like Moscow

The scowl on my face, no scare tactic, warning

I’m warming up some leftovers, I’m Jeffrey Dahmer

My apartment gotta step over, some body parts scattered

Careers here and there, the dream shatterer

Pop that like Adderall, parallel parking

Stay in shape like a parallelogram, hella sharpened

Hoes throughout the spectrum, prefer my liquor darkened

Bitches obey me like a collie, no flea collar

Ready for the melancholy, I’m jotting down

A downtrodden rotten ridicule, the rude shrewdness

Rapper niggas minuscule, no comparison

I stay Strapped my advantage

Flipping like Bamboo, «That ain’t the same sandwich!»

Bokeem Woodbine with mine when I combine minds

With the Alchemist, burning like turpentine, no sacrilege

True Religion