Gas Factory
The Alchemist
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So he thought that maybe he hadn't heard what he heard
Maybe he was too wet, too cold, too tired
And he was beginning to hear things because he knew
That back in the water, this one was even bigger
Propane your Rogaine, a slow flame
It's cocaine to blow brains
Code name, quick fry your lo mein
Duck sauce, no change, no sense
A cold bitch to keep the coast clear like the soap mix
I only give 'em dope shit, you notice?
It's like I had to nail it to the front door
And right as they opened it, this is the eviction
We flippin' houses like we revisited Rampage and remixed it
As soon as we hit it, demolish everything, your OG's trippin'
Don't be a hero to all these vendors
Pluck every tooth until your teeth's missin'
You pillow-fisted, beat you with twenty dollars of pennies
Have you leakin', sittin', thinkin' bleak and trippin'
From these sequences, flashin' clips
We way too far ahead in the distance to do some legal business
Mike Jack smooth criminal, the genius that we live and found
Back to that gutter water we givin' now, sit 'em down
Here comes the pitch
Shatter the bat when I swing it, turn into wood slivers
Rearrange the features of your face until you look different
Reel the money like salmon up to the boat I caught on the hook fishin'
Dunk 'em in holy waters, give 'em a good christen
Engine exposed and the hood's missin'
Blowin' mango, go rogue in a Kangol covered in panko
My skin's encrusted with peppercorn
Perform better when the pressure's on
Broke the switch, the slow down lever's gone
Big bully foot, I got the steppers on
Take ten paces and turn around with a weapon drawn
Took a pot of gold from a leprechaun
Makin' the bank stop
Bustin' through the tank top with the muscles bulgin'
I rock an outer space jacket, your favorite rapper's a wastebasket
Money and women, two things I never chase after
I draw a line, you try to cross it and got a race after
Ayo, style and rhythm on your algorithm
Uncle Adam told me to get 'em
Spit the razor out, grab his scalp and rip 'em
Fuck who the best style, he just another victim
All over the globe, I been shittin' from Brooklyn to Britain
Left a trail of corpses who thought they was competition
Please believe we're not in the same
League, I'm way beyond your vision
Finesse the magic wand right out the palm of the magician
Don't give a fuck who's who, get your head chopped for the chicken
When I rhyme it's demon time, but the new shoes Christian
I stomp you like Kirk Franklin, fool, who you kickin'?
This grown man shit
Too much to understand and fam expand your bandwidth
Got bullets for bums on some Ku Klux Klan shit
Get knocked off with blue bucks, aim and bucket your dandruff
I splash like Basquiat in front of a canvas
Flippin' off cameras in a whip bumpin' Broken Language