The Essence Songtext
von The Alchemist

AH-HA. Uh. Yeah. Know who it is. (I-I-Infantry, 1st Infantry)
Kiss of Death mother fucker. (A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist)
Definetley the strongest shit on the shelf
Double R, D-Block (1st infantry)
Listen the thugs need it, hoes gon use it
Me im just a young nigga that make old music
Uh, shit is real I put the inf on the 4
Keep it wit me cause possessions 9/10ths of the law
Here I am goin′ all out again, doin' all that I can
Even had a daughter born outta sin
Nigga I make pain cinematic
I spit dope and you been a addict
Treat beef like jail, summertime somthin′ big with the scope under the
Winter jacket
I use the winter tactics and I know you tryin to play the role, but bullets The wrong shit to interact wit
I hurt the game, hurt ravines
Soon as you murk somthin' these niggas'll churp Janine
Yeah let ′em all cock ride, in my mansion with a bottle
Move a novel and the wall spin counter clock wise
Might as well go on, go and see papi
Cause niggas only know three words "He shot me" (Uh)
Thats why I be eyein ′em down
No dap, no rap cause these niggas be wired for sound
But I still put a hole in a goon, Jada Montaga
Still put a hole in a spoon, pay the bond later
Plenty ones, plenty guns, plenty ammo
Remember this "Calmate", "que te calmo" mutha-fuckas. What!
"Calamate" "que te calmo"
Know what that mean huh? Calm down... before I calm you down!


I don't wanna talk much
You gettin hawked up and chopped up
Two guns up on your tour bus
Heard you got the cops wichu
Thats a goddamn shame to talk on your album, I thought you had a block wichu?
Couple niggas to pop wichu? You full of shit!
And the only thing you got is a couple niggas to drop wichu
Waiting for a nigga... wit a mouth like you
When they said you was the hottest thing man out yo crew
I′m the hardest in New York City
Think not I got a Glock, Sheek Loch style, you walk wit me
You bitch niggas will die leery
I keep the 9 in the five series
Why don't you come work a nine to five wit me
See the bricks moved, the stick-ups pulled
I got the killers laying flat down in pickups too
Hop up and put a clip in your mug
Hate is different than love, it spread faster, is you gettin me cuz?
Shit, let me explain, my brain is on a different wave
Everybody get it now, fuck it, its a different day
And suck my dick when I ain′t got shit to say
Niggas think I'm dumb like I ain′t put them bricks away
Prepared for the war, anxious to kill
Bang shit, swing shit, leave you shanked in the grill
I ain't give a fuck
Then on now, when all how, how many niggas die? That depend on Styles
And my nephew Alchemist

Hey, yo I ain't seen nothing yet
Niggas all threat, pussy when they sober, thugs when they wet
What up killer? Nigga please
Stop frontin′ you dont need to save the whole 5 g′s
My neck don't freeze and my wrist don′t either
I don't need it I just copped a house on a Visa
And I ain′t go platinum, my first album was a teaser
Now they on my meat like ice in the freezer
Sheek Louch, I tell you that boy he's a... problem
I take out blackheads like a tweezer
We′ll discredit you homie and let the wolves eat you
We don't need to dump lead on you homie, you either in or you out of it
Cause I got a son now and you fuckin up a lot of shit I gotta get
And I hate for this to get out of hand
To have to give it to a nigga I played wit in the sand
Shit the westcoast barely know the name of our band
That's why I spit enough heat to give a nigga a tan
Aight, I kno you got mad cake okay nigga EH!
Sheek don′t give a fuck
I let my gut hang, you one day away from lipo and a face tuck
This that D-Block, Alchemist heat rock
Yo, I′m fucked up man! P pass that blunt, Yo busy where my yak at son, fuck
That I'm outta here
Let′s Go (Let's go, let′s go)

(R-r-r-reppin' ALC, you know what I′m sayin? 1st Infantry bitch (bitch bitch))