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Rey Morado - Alchemy (Prod. 4th-I Riddle C) Lyrics



Rey Morado - Alchemy (Prod. 4th-I Riddle C) Lyrics




Cold nigga throw robe over my shoulder, dih be my labcoat
This be my last roach, I be geeked up, just ask my last hoe
Swear my swagger be the lasso, she like 'nigga you a asshole'
But she still gone let me smash doe, get that ion een gotta ask throat
Ether every feature, speaker be a beaker, energy might break a few bones
Only got one contact, vision like I got a new phone
Eyesight on alione, mind sight on airborne, hindsight be 20/20 nigga blindside don't give warn
Turn this bitch into a wigwam, peace pipe got me right
To the right I ain't got no scalpel, nigga I cannot chop it up tonight
Put the flame to the plastic I make Niagra, want another round I'ont need Viagra
I just wanna pack the piece, twist the cap like ring of Saturn, introduce the flick to dragon
What was once ash yeah I made to magic, wala, made it stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Metal arms, Full Metal Jacket, wanna list my skills you might need a packet
Hit the plug when I hanker for package, close to the edge grand canyon jagged
Pop the packet turn smoke to happy, I ain't talkin' liq when I say I'm an Alchy

I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, yea wala)
I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, wala)
I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, yea yea wala)
I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, yea yea wala)

Introduce 'em to the Bunsen burner I could never mix it up wit f*ck niggas
Doctor Frankenstein, choppin' quarters who can spot em? Cero be a rough figure
Figures, watermelon strawberry melon swishers be the color my melanin, rippin em up with my brethren
Paint wit syrup we experiment, I know my elements
If I was a fish outta water I'd be a dinosaur, I got pain in my brain cardiac harbor more
Couldn't cure it wit no Tylenol
I'ont know why they be sellin' dreams, ain't no way that I'ma buy at all
Niggas mad at Rachel Dolezol, BET owned by Viacom
Welcome to my work station tho, covered in vegetation
To the crustaceans in the bucket know that I serve predation, I been feelin' low lately
Shawty been tryna get stuck to me, I'ont een know what paste is
I been on my Radric Davis, droppin' shit like I'ont know what a pace is
Pacemaker on my sleeve, real thang gone way long
Might wanna guard yo nose from this mist 'fore it look like you from Hong Kong
'Less you ain't got shit to do today, might as well take a sample
Don't worry bout m material, just know that I got ample
Bucket list my bugaboo, I ain't seen a buck in years, I ain't talkin' T-Tampa
Never tamper wit my beat selection, know my niggas got me Walter White wit da samples
Saul good man to these hoes, I can pitch a bitch a dream nigga
All we did is one walk through, and now she wanna f*ck the team nigga
ReignCloud reigndown, look like the crew on Apollo 11, no dead weight opposition get severed
Divvy up the profits they still lack the mettle, shit
Homeboy smell pussy, I ain't tryna win a peace prize
Ain't no bell to save the f*ckin' day nigga, I'm agitated rockin' mean eyes
Meanwhile whole 'tire world sleep, tire me out nigga poor me
Pour up this tonic to turn my drive supersonic Power Fade they dont know me
I'm be tryna touch the sky take a walk on the sun be damned if I get cold feet
Ain't no antivenin or invention stop this toxin nigga feel like Ko-be I...

I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, yea wala)
I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, wala)
I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, yea yea wala)
I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, yea yea wala)
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Cold nigga throw robe over my shoulder, dih be my labcoat
This be my last roach, I be geeked up, just ask my last hoe
Swear my swagger be the lasso, she like 'nigga you a asshole'
But she still gone let me smash doe, get that ion een gotta ask throat
Ether every feature, speaker be a beaker, energy might break a few bones
Only got one contact, vision like I got a new phone
Eyesight on alione, mind sight on airborne, hindsight be 20/20 nigga blindside don't give warn
Turn this bitch into a wigwam, peace pipe got me right
To the right I ain't got no scalpel, nigga I cannot chop it up tonight
Put the flame to the plastic I make Niagra, want another round I'ont need Viagra
I just wanna pack the piece, twist the cap like ring of Saturn, introduce the flick to dragon
What was once ash yeah I made to magic, wala, made it stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Metal arms, Full Metal Jacket, wanna list my skills you might need a packet
Hit the plug when I hanker for package, close to the edge grand canyon jagged
Pop the packet turn smoke to happy, I ain't talkin' liq when I say I'm an Alchy

I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, yea wala)
I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, wala)
I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, yea yea wala)
I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, yea yea wala)

Introduce 'em to the Bunsen burner I could never mix it up wit f*ck niggas
Doctor Frankenstein, choppin' quarters who can spot em? Cero be a rough figure
Figures, watermelon strawberry melon swishers be the color my melanin, rippin em up with my brethren
Paint wit syrup we experiment, I know my elements
If I was a fish outta water I'd be a dinosaur, I got pain in my brain cardiac harbor more
Couldn't cure it wit no Tylenol
I'ont know why they be sellin' dreams, ain't no way that I'ma buy at all
Niggas mad at Rachel Dolezol, BET owned by Viacom
Welcome to my work station tho, covered in vegetation
To the crustaceans in the bucket know that I serve predation, I been feelin' low lately
Shawty been tryna get stuck to me, I'ont een know what paste is
I been on my Radric Davis, droppin' shit like I'ont know what a pace is
Pacemaker on my sleeve, real thang gone way long
Might wanna guard yo nose from this mist 'fore it look like you from Hong Kong
'Less you ain't got shit to do today, might as well take a sample
Don't worry bout m material, just know that I got ample
Bucket list my bugaboo, I ain't seen a buck in years, I ain't talkin' T-Tampa
Never tamper wit my beat selection, know my niggas got me Walter White wit da samples
Saul good man to these hoes, I can pitch a bitch a dream nigga
All we did is one walk through, and now she wanna f*ck the team nigga
ReignCloud reigndown, look like the crew on Apollo 11, no dead weight opposition get severed
Divvy up the profits they still lack the mettle, shit
Homeboy smell pussy, I ain't tryna win a peace prize
Ain't no bell to save the f*ckin' day nigga, I'm agitated rockin' mean eyes
Meanwhile whole 'tire world sleep, tire me out nigga poor me
Pour up this tonic to turn my drive supersonic Power Fade they dont know me
I'm be tryna touch the sky take a walk on the sun be damned if I get cold feet
Ain't no antivenin or invention stop this toxin nigga feel like Ko-be I...

I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, yea wala)
I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, wala)
I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, yea yea wala)
I can turn shit to gold, I can't turn shit to gold aye aye (wala, yea yea wala)
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Writer: ERIK TUFT
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Length: 3:48
Written by: ERIK TUFT

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