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Super Nintendo
The Alchemist
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Yeah-yeah
Of course, she grabs hair that grows towards Heaven
Pleasure in possession, meldin', black hole she fell in
Well, then, every other year I'm sheddin', core element, delicate
Contained in curios and cabinets, Black China, no embellishment
Nobody really gettin' over, it's all relative
Ahead of my time since '99, disciplined development
Jealous God, well at odds, spillin' out the shell I'm in, fella
Don't sell daddy no whiskey, miss me not, my cologne been Autumn's rock
From locks to socks, envelopment
Babylon medicine, wretch, projectile, head first
Innocent step, felt all out the loot
Still feelin' woozy, been the moodiest, miss me with Yaukubian news
Many moons, pen where I been and where I move, marooned
Grew peculiar and wild, style catch shadow like sundial, ta-dow
We had fun on that Super Nintendo
Sunday services, blew church out the window
We was done, finger guns to our temple
We had fun on that Super Nintendo
Toweled the door, blew church out the window
We was done finger guns to our temple
We had a time, don't let 'em say different
We was drunk and high watchin' Intervention
We was just happy to be outside when our peoples was in prisons of all types
We was just livin', it's easy now to talk 'bout wrong and right
We was just livin', it's easy now that you know the price
We was just runnin' and rippin'
Hands full of life, it's hard to explain if you (raasclaat)
Never mind all that, just put the money in the hat
Rewind my own raps, wonderin' where that brother's at
Mom's half-deaf, still sharp but startin' to forget
Repeatin' herself, retracin' our steps
Used to be up late pacin', now, she sleep like the dead
I passed out on the couch, dreams like lead
We had fun on that Super Nintendo
Sunday services, blew church out the window
We was done, finger guns to our temple
We had fun on that Super Nintendo
Sunday services, blew church out the window
We was done finger guns to our temple