The Alchemist - Bible Paper lyrics

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The Alchemist - Bible Paper lyrics

[Prodigy] I go to town on you Beat the crown off you Beat the clothes off you try'na get the hounds off you n***a fightin' back is only gonna make it worse I don't respect your little punches I'mma make it hurt A cold lead shower, a hot blood bubble bath Throw him in the acid and get rid of the gooey mess Turn that n***a into special sauce, chill lord I'm not a k**er but you pushin' me to set it off And I'mma lash out, and I'mma mash out Laughin', I'm wicked, blow the hash and the kush down Focus on the bread when n***as try to gaffle me That's when I treat 'em with force and brutality My palms keep itchin' my money don't stop Cause my work keep clickin' I got it bolt locked Gang of Indians that smoke the peace pipe dolo Excuse you cause when it's murder, I solo [Alchemist] Word collision, I talk reckless Position precious stones in the necklace Little doggy this is chess not Tetris You little cold sore I spray the cloroseptic Relentless aura cryptic black hoody discus Ellsworth Bump and the Dutch man back to business Car bombers, tommy gun spinnin' bullets spit at a witness Mix the K2 with the eucalyptus plant Pistol in hand, rock 'em to sleep like tryptophan Then douse the weapon and spic and span Your triggers jam I shoot fast like Vinnie the Microwave Roll a spliff with a Bible Boogie board on a tidal wave Very groovy, prosthetic limbs by Louis Rap p**nographic snuff movie, burn a loosey Denim durag, Cavalli kufi The brolic finger ring is excrement The chain's dookie [Prodigy] Motherf**ers Yeah All the time, everytime My gun erupt, my money climb My b**h fine, I dress clean But I'm a dirty New Yorker out that k**er Queens I eat good, I rap great My life is f**in' awesome, yeah f**in' a I take off, this launch pad To zero gravity, I float, I don't fall, I can't So high, it's no coming down So fly, I just might go south MIA, water sports You leave me be, or it'll be a holocaust Homicides, prison time Hospital emergency when it's dinner time Eat a skull, eat a spine He in bad shape, he can't be identified Bet a n***a never think twice Cause his first thought'd be don't do it Bet that b**h slide up and down with her mouth for this thug music

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