The Alchemist - Medusa lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Willie the Kid] Marvel at the marble, marvelous mahogany floors I need mosaics on the vases, evasive Faces of Medusa what I'm used to, complacent Sharp as a lance, on point like a lancet Enhancements, handmade ceramics antique standards Speaking Spanish, a patient man's antics Reserved parking spots in the lots behind behind the annex Bands for the buffies alias upon my amex She begging me to trust her on a hammock popping xanax The money was the buffer that absorbed the most damage Unscathed, Willie not a scratch upon my armour Sipping Arnold Palmer camouflaging, karma came to get me Get me Guatemalan b**hes, we in the Galapagos Guava in my vodka, some guap for the zapatos, throwed Humping hoes, my humble abode Twin wood grain refrigerators, stainsless steel stoves Sterling silver silverware, I'm dancing on these b**hes New beamers, semi-automatics in the Bally Duffle definite, hustle more steam muscles pay the mortgage Money orders Corrlinks, push bu*ton Porsches Portraits, gorgeous Scary like the mortuary terrace, carry grudges like the rabies Reliable blades, rap rabbi, double chop ribeye Live from Roppongi, you punk motherf**ers, (my) chain Dangle like a bungee cord, who*es fall to my feet Undefeated, undisputed, deeply rooted [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Ayo this spliff look like a shrimp with a sh** Spent a grip on the droptop whip with the lip If I was black my waves would spin Better than a day would win Got the burnt autumn follicles engraved in chin My knife-work like Hiroyuki Sakai Vocals got me all expenses paid, boat trips to Dubai Fly Emirates, now the shorty's thighs spreading On bedding, they got a hundred thousands threading counts It's 10am and I'm already on my seventh ounce 10:30 I be up inside my pigeon's house When it strikes noon, light the flute Bite the fruit, inspired by the loot Throw your mamma off the roof Then got upset cause I spill soda on my shoe These are shark, now I guess I gotta wear 'em to the park While I'm shooting jumpers with the arc [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Olive oil voice, poise Pipe the Caucasoid, until the who*e make a joyful noise Fill the void, my head embroidered in the coin The gun and the groin interjoin I moist the woman's loins, Helen of Troy, I'm a s** toy Mama's boy, foreign car convoy The chrome of the alloy, annoy that's an asteroid To bring the black boy laughter and joy Hoping in Utopia, the flow this is opium You bagging bush weed, I'm clone like a Kush seed You fleed as the bullets are freed at good foot speed And breeze, the need to see you bleed is appeased Victory is seized, the displeased live with the disease Please give me 40 feet like a centipede Look distinctive, the link that's a n***a trinket My s*ut twenty-five she lust to be fingered Lick off a shot, call it cunnilingus Kinda cunning, we've come to an agreement [Outro] Sign off on that in the morning It all looks good My lawyer's talking right About 700,00