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• Artiste: Alchemist (The)
• Titre: Scientology
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Let me talk to 'em This what it come to Uh Uh, look what the wind blew in You just beginning what I been doin' Open your cranium with a drill, let a pen screw in Kick the door, force the Allen Iverson shoe in Playing both sides all up on the fence, you been (What you gon' do?) Scratch me, I'm popping up to the events you spin (Surprise) Need security, so many dead and buried, presidential spin Sunk beneath ninety percent limo tints, I sit Gold belt buckle enhancements intensе my drip Gymnastics I perfected, in a sеnse my flip Any record suggested to be rinsed, I skip I'm stubborn and hard-headed (Nah, fuck that) See a cloud of smoke and the car jetted Put a stamp on the product, it was marketed (That's me) Raise the bar, set it above where your arms stretching Havin' dreams I was losing steam, you far-fetchin' (It's not possible) Tires rub members only like The Friars' Club Pliers tuggin' on you, wrap the body with a wire plug Throw it straight from the boat, not a designer drug Climbin' up the ladder of success until I'm high enough I'm drippy, won't bust a fit until I'm dry enough Uh, yeah (Well, I must've been away too long) Uh-huh, ayo (Because my feelings are dead) Check me out now (I, I feel no remorse) H-A-V-O the chosen, stay golden Let a nigga get all his roses, stay focused One door closed, another one just opened One M, two M, three Ms, every day a weekend Goin' off the deep end with ALC Knowing we the best, come on, they all see This one or that one? Fuck it, take all three Hatin' on yourself, when you hate on me We godly, they not even probably Things got rocky, only made me [?] Wait up, nigga, my weight up, nigga Every verse you heard, I ate, nigga Walk in the park for us, the bars is up I don't rock with them lames, in Mobb we trust Cradle to the grave, fucker H-class ALC, my day oner Alchemist, P, The Infamous, ALC When you put it in your fuckin' CD player That's what I'm talkin' 'bout