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The Alchemist

Power Ballad

 

Power Ballad

(album: No Idols - 2012)


[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Money talks, so shut the fuck up and listen
You fucking kids in intermission, I'm in pro-position
And you're in no position, I'm itching to close-in in it
Zone and kill it, close, conceal it, leave that bitch with no forensics
Bitch, it's not a stain on me little homie
You don't know me, better know your role Jebroney, little phony
Trying to clone me, I'm my only
Like I'm Kobe in the post, you can't control me
Spitting scriptures, niggas feel like I'm holy
Niggas know he bound to be a problem in this rap shit
I snap bitch, my stats went from average to classic
Went H.A.M. and did damage, y'all mans will get sandwiched
My plan is the planet where the middle of my hand is
Alpha male, you niggas do what you manage
I'm shooting for the stars, really feeling like I can't miss
My flow is Australian money, bruh, you can't rip
Keep it live, smoking, getting high until I'm dead, bitch

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Right, KushedGod in this mu' fucka
Right, I smoked the whole jar like oh Lord, au revoir
Girl scout cookie and not them little hoes, y'all
Talking that west coast, I got it from my home boy
I hate green weed like Guru fans hate Solar
Got no respect for it like a grown man with a mohawk
Or a big mouth with no heart or a black bitch with a nose job
Just some shit I don't go for
I don't really give a fuck 'bout offending, just my opinion
Ill nigga, full off philepe chow an I'm venting
Trying to gas this Asian broad for a BJ and a happy ending
Still pitching like I'm in the ninth inning
I'm a closer, I'm Mariano with the flow, bruh
See me suited, five panels with the bears on 'em
Every bar they Ric Flairing for 'em, DZA

[Outro:]
Okay, I got a little something something
We gon' crush it down, roll 'em up, and offer it to her
And see how she act about it, right?

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