The Alchemist I'm Back текст песни, слова песни I'm Back The Alchemist & Obie Trice
The Alchemist - I'm Back
feat. Obie Trice
"You better check the files... you better check the files! " [echoes] (AA-AA-Al-Al-Al- Alchemist!)
[Obie Trice:]
I'm onery honestly, - I ain't gotta be cocky!
It's a aura about my persona, I be rockin'.
You can't ever knock me, I'm "Ol' Tri-clops";
My mental vision is clearer - than the red eye drops.
Nigga, stop! - I really came from grams, 100's
Grams and onions with major plans to run shit.
Rubberband man like fam' that's Southern
Nigga, this is the truth, this ain't a jam for frontin'!
Obie Trice, the first black rap artist to reach
A platinum plaque from - where home exists. (yesss!)
And they hold me down but of course you got haters,
Haters, - get 16 shots! [automatic gunshots] Now who's your favorite?
Made it honestly - without havin' to rob ya
Honestly, you should be happy I'm not up in ya Honda! (whooo!)
Or your Capris, capiche?
You scared, I'm a beast on these beats, releasin' masterpieces! (yeah!)
"CheerS" was the debut. - Look what a nigga gave you!
Your dollar spent well instead of me tryna play you. (that's right!)
Now it's my second effort, effortless
The weapon is still kept in the scrotum section an' (that's right!)
I still rep' my wreckless set:
Schoolcraft, they're underneath the Earth restin'!
'Til I'm beneath the dirt;
Show me a nigga hotter, goddamn it I'll invest in him! (WHOOOO!)
Nigga got it locked; - ain't no testin' him,
Plus I got a Glock that'll [beat stops] subtract chest on him! [echoes]
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