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The Alchemist

Roman Candles

 

Roman Candles

(albüm: Bread - 2018)


[Roc Marciano:]
Ugh, Hawaiian shorts shit, four-fifths, pour stick
Cut the dog's shit, fuck a whore, never course ship
Knocked a couple whores down, raw, never cause shit
Got a gorgeous dick, I was fortunate, you fraudulent
I got the formula, cop the 550 with the spoiler
Bitch I'm kinda spoiled like a four-year-old
Ugh, live in the flesh of real macaroni
My ring and Rollie's like "Ring a Ring o'Rosie"
Kill a Hossa, I'm realer than a river monster
To rock for my niggas, it's an honor
Recording life, not lyrics
I was visited by spirits, your shit isn't authentic
Genuine article, like 911 with the fog lights
With the arm all I write, it's all white, well all right
The guns in the pawn tight
Beef is on sight, niggas didn't have the foresight
In Dior slippers, can't get caught slipping
'Cause when it's on a click it be like "shoulda worn the Pippen's"
Rock the bucket like I'm fishing, who dissing might come up missing
Got a hundred bitches, grew up underprivileged
Old drama's never water under bridges
I still love the corners from a distance
Keep a pistol where my dick is, this shit is Bisquick
I don't fit in, I'm still a misfit

[Black Thought:]
Ugh, higher cause shit, floss shit
Triple black Maserati Sport skrting out the crib porch, yeah
Auction the Sotheby's, I bought a red portrait
The city of brotherlys an iron clad fortress
I'm at the orchestra, focus like Randolph and Mortimer
Talk in broken language like a foreigner
The one and only that's more holy than matrimony
I charge you and your homie when acting phony
A real impostor, I'm deeper than the realest roster
Allah's my bodyguard, no Kevin Costner, ugh
Come get your life augmented, your image is schizophrenic
My memory, photogenic
Return of the prodigal-like, a periodical, methodical type
Game changer, call an audible like, well all right
Y'all niggas rapping on hype
Ya temperament is the equivalent of soft light
Get caught tripping and visit the mortician
Right with the shortlist of niggas who support snitching
I'm like ghetto Gastro up in the kitchen
And barking on this official, astrophysical mission
I broke the internet like an intermission
Raising the bar is like raising the partition
The messiah that stretch higher to catch fire
The empire of the motherfucking esquire

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