The Alchemist - The Lone Ranger lyrics

[Verse 1] The lone ranger at the bodega, attack you with a cloak and dagger Prey on your prayers, while you in the closet like a coat hanger I'm serving these haters but I am no waiter You say I'm mad in the head I'm supplying the anger And I talk about d**h, because we are no strangers I got a contract with the devil signed wit blood on the paper Turned into ashes popping off candy rappers now and later Have u breathing heavier then an asthmatic Darth Vada Born in the boom bap In the darkside there's no chance of turning back That's like saying I don't spit crack or there's no cursing in rap I'll use your body for target practice, all army tactics Then dismember your crew and stick em all in my mattress Now who u who sleeping on I got freak b**hes like Nia Long showing thong Who s** me off while the TV on I stay guarded by castle walls since the days of Babylon You act out your wealth stunting, I'll smack your mouth like Paquao for nothing From the park bench, to becoming a myth like Lochness I stay rooted in darkness with the tools of a locksmith On my conquest, to the top of the rosters U imposters act friendly but really envy my saga. The lone ranger. (He's back) [Hook x2] The lone ranger's back in town, I'm never backing down I don't ask questions I just blast it out You feeling lucky? better reconsider My trigger finger neva misses Steal your Mrs., than I'll leave you fishing in the river [Verse 2] Step to the slaughterhouse, where it get nasty like raw meat I turn rappers to vegans after me they don't want beef Serving revenge for you to eat, Miami boy because I stay with the heat You had your mouth on the curb, but never tasted the street f**ing wit my team and you'll be resting in pieces So stop fronting that mean image, your mom tells me u need Jesus So your street dreams is a joke, hate me but you need me like a stream to a boat I'll leave you drowning undersea with no hope I spit battle raps that cut under your skin like ma**ive axes I'm f**ing the world off it's axis until it falls into the blackness Believe me this town ain't big enough for the both of us (But I can hold mics too) b**h you couldn't even hold my nuts I'll put the Colt 45 to your head give you a fresh cut, have you spitting out wet guts Then roast you over a fire like a chestnut My squadron will get you caught up with a fistful of dollars It'll take a nation of millions to stop us but I'm still going out swinging regardless You can't weight me down I'm the underdog, heavyweight Blowing pounds, round for round I'll have your eyes shut make you meditate Getting no love, besos or denero I have you k**ed for three pesos The flow be ova your head like halos now you dead [Hook] [Movie Sample] "Any man don't want to get k**ed, better clear on out the back"