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The Alchemist

Bless

 

Bless

(album: Flying High - 2023)


[MIKE:]
How you tryna say it's not enough?
Got me upset
Uh

How you tryna say it's not enough?
Got me upset
I smoke a lot bud, how I knew a lot of love left
It's not a lot of us
Gotta proofing, lot of trust left
I'm my father's son, I gotta proof, gotta duck less
There's a Carter Bust, filata, roofs on lot of sunsets
What I'm not in touch is [?] lot of bust-heads
I be nodded up, he not the dude
It's lot of Funk Flex, they tryna copy us
They not as smooth, he tryna jump steps, they tryna body us
My poppa moved, I had to come next
Got my body up from dropping rules, I had to confess
I was not in tune, dropping juice I hadn't drunk yet
Bless
Dropping juice I hadn't drunk yet
Where I slept is where callas grew
A rat, some Bombas for my breath
I gotta travel trough, laughed so much, dread
For the bread, niggas crashing too, we having much
Yeah, it's death for a tragic few, we had it tucked
Yeah

[Sideshow:]
Where my UK niggas called a pack food, that's truth
Ain't my mans, then I'ma tax you
If you got problems, we can take this shit back to 9th grade
You still go body inside the bathroom
But these days we fighting bodies, so
Nigga, act cool
Spank that man for my honor, then I got the tat too
We ain't missing when we walked down
If we do, we double-back too
Rapping easy when you talking factual
Must be hard to write a rap when you gotta make this shit up
[?] in these streets, you got some time to get yo pen up
My akh in the pen stuck, doing chest and chin-ups
Cupid don't shoot arrows, just .223s
Fell in love with the block, Concreat'
And when the money touch my hand, feel like the block love me
I ain't geeking for cheeks
I'm tryna touch me some breesh
And split it with my dawg Mike B
Yeah

And why are people in 1993 even concerned about this?
I don't know, I think I've done
I done many albums in my lifetime, and uh
Some of them good, but some of them, some of them bad
Some of them giving people much inspiration
And uh, some of them inspire people such ways, and um
And they inspire people's spiritual layering
The thing that's important is that, um
As I said before, that I reach, whatever plateau I'm supposed to reach with that, innit?
And my credibility is that aim number one
And when I finally do have something to say that I feel

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?