Words From Un – The Alchemist (performed with Un Pacino)
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[Un Pacino:] You probably visioning trains arriving I’m at the Amtrak station, two lanes divided with a dude Nothin’, my destination is MIA Tell conductor please move it” like something was in my way When I get there, I’m probably gon’ rent me a Lamb And blow a blunt to the kief that go 50 a gram I’m a beast, when I step in the booth, it’s fire flame Confidence to sell more records than who? Shania Twain Even niggas in the Dirty’ll tell you I’m fire, man Bang the thing and still send ’em to see where sirens came, yeah
I ain’t going nowhere, I’m here, 11692, Far guru
Like, I dare one of you niggas to point me out I’ve been doing this before Omni points was out And niggas had brick sales and beepers and shit Manila back weed, cleat Adidas and shit Eva Mendes I’m fiending to rip, she in the plans And I’m very ambidextrous with guns with either hand You gotta beat the man in order to be the man So I definitely want a slice of the pie, I’m a pizza man, yeah
You know I definitely want a slice of the pie, top of New York You know what it is, H-dubb, bang bang Cocaine Gang
It ain’t over, it’s more beat left In school I got smarter than y’all, I dumped recess Plus I spit harder than y’all, I’m from the p’jects Y’all a bunch of suburb niggas, the same three steps You hang with fags, I bang the mag And leave a loud impact like a train had crashed I’m tired of selling coke these days So I’ma retire out in Cali with Oakley shades I’m talking Charles Oakley paid Let’s put the bricks together and have a big coke parade
Yo, my moms ain’t raise no punk, nigga Let’s get it done, what?
Nigga, shout for all my niggas that pop and hold the tear down (What up with Z?) My nigga been gone a couple years now Truly did it, got top from bougie bitches Don’t do ’em ’cause the Mac can’t fit in the Tru Religions You damn right I keep the Phil Simms on me How you sold a couple million and go Will Smith on me? You do good, but nigga, I do great You niggas do Aryan Black, I do great I could put a thousand bars down straight in two takes X tape on the glass of the booth, it might break (What it cost to Red Monkey the jeans?) Like eight I stay double strapped like a pair of them I8’s You fear that you might break, be considered a failure The whip sitting on Jacksons and I call ’em Mahalia (Dubs) It’s only right I big my clique You can tell I got balls, look how big my dick Catch me in Nagasaki sipping sake and raw fish I think I’m ’bout ready to start, let’s record this