The Alchemist - Book of Rhymes lyrics

[Intro] Alchemist, you know me, man I'm the type of n***a that write rhymes Right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the track You know what I'm sayin'? Word, but I wanted to bring A couple of books to the studio today, man I found these sh**s up in the crib, man, in boxes, man I don't even remember when I was writing these sh**s Or what's in these sh**s, man Probably a bunch of bullsh**, man… f** it, check it [Verse 1] How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man, a O.G Some n***as will conversate with liars all day Time pa**... (Nah, let me start somethin' else) Soul on ice, d**h threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal ‘Cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is, I'ma prince, I'm against lames Who do minor sh**, swear they on the top of they game Your rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary n***as Who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun pa**ed, he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo, said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn, I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes [Break] Oh sh**, Tina! I been lookin' for this b**h number, damn No, this rhyme is weak… This is weak, I remember this bullsh** right here (My book of rhymes) Gandhi was a… what the f**? [Verse 2] Gandhi was a fool, n***a, fight to the d**h The US Army is a school that teach you plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this, nah, it's weak) The money's your religion, sky the limit, live life Numbers is big business, makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks, thiefs, murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes pa**in' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety Grow up watchin' well dressed n***as with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbing my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet, turned out to be Pioneers vets amongst hustlers, crack sellers, and liars and squares… (Nah, that was weak there) My people be projects or jail, never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci, God, poverty's real I can't fight you, ‘cause you would sue me, n***as be groupies I see imitators trying to make albums, spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' sh** I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My nina lean on me, like Scoob and Scrap This can't be my book of rhymes [Break] This can't be my book of rhymes, writing this bullsh**! (My book of rhymes) Nah, neva that! f** that! Aw, why you laughin', Alchemist? Hah, you a funny n***a... naw, yeah (My book of rhymes) I'm tellin' you, I'ma come up with some new sh** now f** that! I'ma write again now, f** that! I must've been high on some sh**… What the f** is this? [Verse 3] Look how we treat pregnancy, women in the hood Our values so low, our values are no good Things our mothers told us we should've heeded ‘Cause now we need it, we older, almost able t… I'm jealous of you; how come you so beautiful? Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent while I'm stressin' and sh** Ayo, I envy you ‘cause all you do is smile And things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset ‘cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star, not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute, we both need your mother's attention I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy)