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The Alchemist

Dmtri

 

Dmtri

(álbum: Lamb Over Rice - 2019)


Knock, knock it out the box, Bronson
Knock, knock it out the box, Bronson
Yeah, uh, knock, knock it out the box, Bronson

Bitch I'm a superhero, I wasn't born with dinero
Somehow I turned into Deniro, just give me one shot at the lead role
You'll be amazed, like the first time you seen snow
Down in Georgia on the Peach Grove
I shoot 95% from the free throw
60 from the field, strange sex appeal
The lone gunman, muffle the shotty with an old onion
This is no fun, never low funds man, fucking crazy, uh
You must be out your mind
Back with a vengeance, black Mac looking like Jannet with extensions
I'm back on the bench presses, put the Audi in a red dress
Make ten lefts, I lost 50 on the Mets, I'm a mess
After practice hit the steps bitch, that's what I gotta do to be the best shit
Man these motherfuckers sleeping, while Bronson banging pots and pans
Gotta understand these fake fucks are not your mans
Me, disappear, where, I'm right here
Creeping in the cold nights air, to get on my level take 50 lightyears
My jewelry boxes like the habitat for white bears
After I'm finished in the sauna, I jump into some freezing cold water
Shake it like [?] from the Taura
I'm 'bout to tat a skull on my skull
Hanging on a snake's mouth coming out a pyramid
Now I'm at the steakhouse getting dirty looks
Guess I shoulda wore a different shirt
Popping wheelies on the Harley down 53rd
Break the guitar on your head after my solo, shit
I coulda been in Guns N' Roses dolo, bitch
Got the Box Chevy jumping like a pogo stick
Don't you motherfuckers know that I'm the loco kid, uh
Yeah, don't you motherfuckers now that I'm the logo
Like Jerry West and Teddy Ballgame
I don't wear Balmaine, swing the ball and chain executioner style
Dirty mountain tiger to the face
Better strap up I'm about to see space
As I entered, I felt everything was centered
Oh shit, I think I'm back in the placenta
But then I woke up in a Nissan Centra
In the parking lot of Queens Center, uh
(Don't hurt me baby)
My grandparents learned English watching Martin, uh, yeah
My grandparents learned English watching Martin, uh, it's me
Wild immigrants, my grandparents learned English watching Martin

Knock, knock 'em out the blocks, Bronson
Knock, knock 'em out the blocks, Bronson
Knock, knock 'em out the blocks, Bronson
Knock 'em out the blocks, Bronson
Yeah, uh, it's me, motherfucker

[*laughing*]
That's pretty fucked up
[*laughing*]
It sounds so bad [?]
They all had sneakers on [?]
[*laughing*]

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