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(Spoken)

Alchemist you know me man

I`m the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio

soon as I hear the track; you know what I`m sayin?

Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today

Man I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man

I don`t even remember when I was writing these shits

or what`s in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man

Fuck it check it



(Rap)

How can I trust you when I can`t trust me?

Picture myself a old man a O.G.

Some niggas will conversate with liers all day

Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin` else)

Soul on ice death threats given by clowns

I guess livin` is prison when you live around clowns

I`m hexed cursed worse I been blessed first

I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to

So there it is I`ma prince I`ma get slain

Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game

Ya rhymin` is called "Vagina Monologue"

It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue

Rarely y`all come in contact with the real

Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel

Yo said there`s a few left since music`s expressions of life

Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes



Oh shit Tina - I been lookin` for this bitch number damn.

No this rhyme is weak..

This is week I remember this bullshit right here

(My Book of Rhymes)

Gandhi was a... what the fu..?



Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death

The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest

(I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it`s weak)

The money`s ya religion sky the limit live life

Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife

The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream

Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king

Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck

Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin` for teens is my society

Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety

Grow up watchin` well dressed niggas with charms

Beautiful ladies on their arms

Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas

Rubbin my lips with Campophenique

Still behind the ears wet turned out to be

Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares...

(Nah that was weak there)

My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale

Pardon me type in my 2way while I`m chargin` my cell

It`s hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty`s real

I can`t fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies

I see imitators tryin` to make albums spittin` my style

And they don`t even realize that I notice they stealing Nas` shit

I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie

My nina lean on me like Swoop it`s crap this can`t be

My book of rhymes



This can`t be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit!

(My Book of Rhymes)

Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin` Alchemist?

Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah

(My Book of Rhymes)

I`m tellin` you I`ma come up with some new shit now

Fuck that I`ma write again now fuck that

I musta been high on some shit mmm what the fuck is this?



Look how we treat pregnancy women in the `hood

Our values so low our values are no good

Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded

Cause now we need it

We older almost able t...

I`m jealous of you how come you so beautiful?

Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I`m stressin` and shit

Aiyo I envy you `cause all you do is smile and things come your way

Such a innocent child is what some say

I get upset `cause I just want to be treated the way you are

Like a star not a worry in this world thus far

But wait a minute we both need ya mother`s attention

I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant

(Kinda crazy)

(Spoken)

Alchemist you know me man

I`m the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio

soon as I hear the track; you know what I`m sayin?

Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today

Man I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man

I don`t even remember when I was writing these shits

or what`s in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man

Fuck it check it



(Rap)

How can I trust you when I can`t trust me?

Picture myself a old man a O.G.

Some niggas will conversate with liers all day

Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin` else)

Soul on ice death threats given by clowns

I guess livin` is prison when you live around clowns

I`m hexed cursed worse I been blessed first

I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to

So there it is I`ma prince I`ma get slain

Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game

Ya rhymin` is called "Vagina Monologue"

It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue

Rarely y`all come in contact with the real

Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel

Yo said there`s a few left since music`s expressions of life

Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes



Oh shit Tina - I been lookin` for this bitch number damn.

No this rhyme is weak..

This is week I remember this bullshit right here

(My Book of Rhymes)

Gandhi was a... what the fu..?



Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death

The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest

(I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it`s weak)

The money`s ya religion sky the limit live life

Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife

The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream

Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king

Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck

Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin` for teens is my society

Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety

Grow up watchin` well dressed niggas with charms

Beautiful ladies on their arms

Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas

Rubbin my lips with Campophenique

Still behind the ears wet turned out to be

Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares...

(Nah that was weak there)

My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale

Pardon me type in my 2way while I`m chargin` my cell

It`s hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty`s real

I can`t fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies

I see imitators tryin` to make albums spittin` my style

And they don`t even realize that I notice they stealing Nas` shit

I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie

My nina lean on me like Swoop it`s crap this can`t be

My book of rhymes



This can`t be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit!

(My Book of Rhymes)

Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin` Alchemist?

Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah

(My Book of Rhymes)

I`m tellin` you I`ma come up with some new shit now

Fuck that I`ma write again now fuck that

I musta been high on some shit mmm what the fuck is this?



Look how we treat pregnancy women in the `hood

Our values so low our values are no good

Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded

Cause now we need it

We older almost able t...

I`m jealous of you how come you so beautiful?

Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I`m stressin` and shit

Aiyo I envy you `cause all you do is smile and things come your way

Such a innocent child is what some say

I get upset `cause I just want to be treated the way you are

Like a star not a worry in this world thus far

But wait a minute we both need ya mother`s attention

I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant

(Kinda crazy)

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