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The Alchemist - Bloody Mess

feat. Poet

[Intro: Blaq Poet]
What's good?
Yeah!
Who tha'?
Blaq Poet, kid!
Mad scientist, Alchemist.
It's a "Year Round" thing, you heard?
Uh!
Hit these niggas off. [6 seconds instrumental]

[Blaq Poet:]
Yo! - Poet's the wildest, the foulest, spitting malice
Since I was a child, I loved the challenge!
I put in my hours, I build up my powers, I'm here to devour
All of you cowards, the.9 shell shower the block!
Bitches on my cock now that I'm hot!
Record companies wantin' me to sign on the spot.
You got give me my - motherfuckin' shit off the top,
Matter of fact, "Year Round"! - That's how I rock,
It's GangStarr! - First Family, - NYG'z
Makin' histroy! - Brooklyn, Bronx and QB!

[Chorus: Blaq Poet]
Yes, yes y'all! - I be the best y'all!
Your double vest can't even - protect y'all!
It's Blaq Poet, Queensbridge, bloody mess y'all!
Them niggas suck! - I came to bless y'all! [x2]

[Blaq Poet:]
Ayo! - Poet's unstoppable! - Rhyme remarkable;
Skip the hospital, you dead when I target you!
Don't try to do what I do, - cause that's hard to do;
Don't try to hang with my crew! - They put scars on you!
I'm Queensbridge for rilly. - No doubt!
War's what I'm about, so y'all just cut it out!
I got - niggas in BK, - killers in Queens,
Bronx and Manhattan, they show guns with Staten!
My team's like all mad an' - thirsty for the drama;
Word to my mama, most wanted like Osama!
Y'all niggas need to stop, Cause when them guns pop
Y'all be hidin' like bitch, - while the real niggas drop!
You all pussy anyway, - smacked up anyday!
Got something to say? - Let the.9 milli spray;
I'm not - hard to find out in the hood, - crack slingin'
Ready for any type of shit - niggas think of bringin'!

[Chorus]

[Blaq Poet:]
Ayo, I come through blazing amazin' niggas;
Got you hoping Superman start savin' niggas!
Strictly headshots! - Mother-fuck gracin' niggas!
I need - money like Puff, Suge, Jay and them niggas!
Got a million man marchin' - fingers on triggers,
I'm tryna sell ten-mill'. - I ain't playing with niggas!
I told you I was comin', here I am! - The Gat's in my hand!
Mic' in the other, - crazy motherfucker
From the hood, - attackin' the shit, - the Mack of the shit!
Go platinum - and still click crack on the strip.
Search and destroy - all motherfuckers that want it!
You and your boys? - Swiss cheese from head to stomach!
Cause I don't care! - I'm a nut like that! - I bust my Gat!
I walk it, - I talk it, it's actual fact!
Niggas actin' like - Poet ain't spark this shit;
I'm Queensbridge architect! - I build this bitch
Brick by brick, - barehands in the trenches;
Walk around! - You see my name in all the benches!
Ask all the niggas - and bitches: - "Who bear witness? "
"Who made the most crack money? " - Just ask the snitches! [echoes] [beat stops]

[Samples:]
[The Alchemist:] "Check the resume, the record is long! " [echoes]
[Prodigy:]
"You better check the files! You better check the files! " [fades out]
"You better check the files! You better check the files... You better check... "

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