In the belly of the alchemist
I memorize the null set
Brass filled the reservoir
We swam into the sunset
Drew a map of empty promises upon my flesh
Wit crow feathers
No stress
Was fed from the breast of a warrior
Now i'm two times deeper than i started
Wit no vines in sight
I stir the cauldron with my left hand and stop time wit the right
Every rapper i know was raised on the crack pipe
We so selfish so daring
No boloney no staring
Trunk fulla scimitars
While i'm dressed like a zuave
Send the white man to hell n get rid of all the nuance
It only seem right that its fog in my brain
Since i was born that way
On the horse w no name
A jheri curl n a cape
Practice sans praxis
This lonely bastard
The last standin
The sketchbook is a seance
I conversate w ghengis khan
This is brains without brawn
Trout without spawn
Trite without calm
I taught myself song
From the motherland
AKA winn parish
They said my ink pen was garish
I cast it to the side
Wrote my raps w yellow bile
They speak of life n death w false dichotomy
These Farcical lobotomies over 4G 5G
Baraka never lied to me
That's Amiri
Not Obama
30 rounds for 30 commas
Activate the field spell
Activate the field spell
On the back of a Salemance wit a bashful nature
Kept the raps inside a turkey baster and i
Clutched the album like a bag full of pastries
It's an infinite space i created cuz i'm
Small minded
Im small
Small minded
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In the belly of the alchemist
I memorize the null set
Brass filled the reservoir
We swam into the sunset
Drew a map of empty promises upon my flesh
Wit crow feathers
No stress
Was fed from the breast of a warrior
Now i'm two times deeper than i started
Wit no vines in sight
I stir the cauldron with my left hand and stop time wit the right
Every rapper i know was raised on the crack pipe
We so selfish so daring
No boloney no staring
Trunk fulla scimitars
While i'm dressed like a zuave
Send the white man to hell n get rid of all the nuance
It only seem right that its fog in my brain
Since i was born that way
On the horse w no name
A jheri curl n a cape
Practice sans praxis
This lonely bastard
The last standin
The sketchbook is a seance
I conversate w ghengis khan
This is brains without brawn
Trout without spawn
Trite without calm
I taught myself song
From the motherland
AKA winn parish
They said my ink pen was garish
I cast it to the side
Wrote my raps w yellow bile
They speak of life n death w false dichotomy
These Farcical lobotomies over 4G 5G
Baraka never lied to me
That's Amiri
Not Obama
30 rounds for 30 commas
Activate the field spell
Activate the field spell
On the back of a Salemance wit a bashful nature
Kept the raps inside a turkey baster and i
Clutched the album like a bag full of pastries
It's an infinite space i created cuz i'm
Small minded
Im small
Small minded
I memorize the null set
Brass filled the reservoir
We swam into the sunset
Drew a map of empty promises upon my flesh
Wit crow feathers
No stress
Was fed from the breast of a warrior
Now i'm two times deeper than i started
Wit no vines in sight
I stir the cauldron with my left hand and stop time wit the right
Every rapper i know was raised on the crack pipe
We so selfish so daring
No boloney no staring
Trunk fulla scimitars
While i'm dressed like a zuave
Send the white man to hell n get rid of all the nuance
It only seem right that its fog in my brain
Since i was born that way
On the horse w no name
A jheri curl n a cape
Practice sans praxis
This lonely bastard
The last standin
The sketchbook is a seance
I conversate w ghengis khan
This is brains without brawn
Trout without spawn
Trite without calm
I taught myself song
From the motherland
AKA winn parish
They said my ink pen was garish
I cast it to the side
Wrote my raps w yellow bile
They speak of life n death w false dichotomy
These Farcical lobotomies over 4G 5G
Baraka never lied to me
That's Amiri
Not Obama
30 rounds for 30 commas
Activate the field spell
Activate the field spell
On the back of a Salemance wit a bashful nature
Kept the raps inside a turkey baster and i
Clutched the album like a bag full of pastries
It's an infinite space i created cuz i'm
Small minded
Im small
Small minded
Writer: Adam Bornstein, David Hobdy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid