Roman Candles – The Alchemist (feat. Roc Marciano & Black Thought)
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[Roc Marciano:] Ugh, Hawaiian shorts shit, four-fifths, pour stick Cut the dog’s shit, fuck a whore, never course ship Knocked a couple whores down, raw, never cause shit Got a gorgeous dick, I was fortunate, you fraudulent I got the formula, cop the 550 with the spoiler Bitch I’m kinda spoiled like a four-year-old Ugh, live in the flesh of real macaroni My ring and Rollie’s like “Ring a Ring o’Rosie” Kill a Hossa, I’m realer than a river monster To rock for my niggas, it’s an honor Recordin’ life, not lyrics I was visited by spirits, your shit isn’t authentic Genuine article, like 911 with the fog lights With the arm all I write, it’s all white, well all right The guns in the pawn tight Beef is on sight, niggas didn’t have the foresight In Dior slippers, can’t get caught slippin’ ‘Cause when it’s on a click it be like “shoulda worn the Pippen’s” Rock the bucket like I’m fishin’, who dissin’ might come up missin’ Got a hundred bitches, grew up underprivileged Old drama’s never water under bridges I still love the corners from a distance Keep a pistol where my dick is, this shit is Bisquick I don’t fit in, I’m still a misfit
[Black Thought:] Ugh, higher cause shit, floss shit Triple black Maserati Sport skrtin’ out the crib porch, yeah Auction the Sotheby’s, I bought a red portrait The city of brotherlys an iron clad fortress I’m at the orchestra, focus like Randolph and Mortimer Talk in broken language like a foreigner The one and only that’s more holy than matrimony I charge you and your homie when actin’ phony A real impostor, I’m deeper than the realest roster Allah’s my bodyguard, no Kevin Costner, ugh Come get your life augmented, your image is schizophrenic My memory, photogenic Return of the prodigal-like, a periodical, methodical type Game changer, call an audible like, well all right Y’all niggas rappin’ on hype Ya temperament is the equivalent of soft light Get caught trippin’ and visit the mortician Right with the shortlist of niggas who support snitchin’ I’m like ghetto Gastro up in the kitchen And barking on this official, astrophysical mission I broke the internet like an intermission Raising the bar is like raising the partition The messiah that stretch higher to catch fire The empire of the motherfuckin’ esquire