Golden Pages, out of memory tablet, Poor to some, but amongst angels consider them lavish, An warrior, I didn't want to be, Stages of life it chose me, Rich, happiness, to be a blessing to my family, Understanding through growth, some fam is not what you imagine it to be, Towards some friends, they are diamonds you wish never to lose under wishing wells, Night can fall as long as stars I can see to honor and tell, Homie was an loner, I wanted to blend, so I became a stoner, He stayed to himself, not by choice, the crowd casted him out to be a goner, In front of me I witness, cruelty plays, saying " you don't fit the image, He traveled spot to spot not able to pivot, Not knowing the mission, to live it, for the moment, willing to defend him like Mj did for Pippen, Loyalty without thinking consequences, is rubies created without hands shaping the matter, Pain emerges, the more I continue the chapter, He never cared what people thought cause of their rejection, making it his acceptance, Through his rocky path I found wisdom quotations for my daily lessons, Each day required patience, some days silence it had to be from what he was facing, Only could wear what he was able to afford, Useless to the majority, An generous youngin, Captain of my ship, inviting him to aboard, Deep down he wanted what everybody else had, not realizing his identity was an infinite sword, George Carver to Henry Ford, Walking in the door, coming from being young Penny spilling blue magic on the floor, Pops in the living room spoke.........
Yo, yo yo yo yo yo Check it, connect it, resurrect it, The point that is, because I'm positive, You don't have enough to give, The rhyme slayer, A mental master, decapitator, The microphone terrorist like Al Queda, Move CDs thru bodegas, Escape thru snakes and traitors, And keep windows tinted, So inside can remain weed scented, I've implemented credentials in this game, Was essential to put presidential faces down in my name, But still nothing's changed, Residential without eventual fame, Yet that's okay, I'll just stay in my lane, But don't come into mines, Or mines will grip nines, Shift and a hit a reverse, All because you slipped one time, Now I got yours, But what's yours is mine, And what's mine is now yours, But they'll never trace the left nine, Millimeter heater, used to keep behind the speakers, Occasionally I'd hear a tap, When I'd listen to old school boom-bap, Can't be tracked or trapped, Never slacked, never backed up, Forever with an ego, You will get jacked up, And jumped on and hit, All because you had to open your mouth, And try to talk that shit, Another wig split, Another cig lit, Dispose bodies properly, And truthfully there's no stopping me, And I'm never coppin a plea, There's no surrender to follow, Like most rappers today, Who can't spit but sure love to swallow
ALC is the GOAT
Shhhhiiiiiitt!!! Nas and Cormega sounded like GOD level goku and Vegeta on this menacing beat by master Alchemist.
This sounds so good echoing in project hallways
MY SHIT🗡🗡🗡😈😈😈😆 LOL HAAAA BIAAAATCCC
Thankful I have this instrumental on vinyl
Nice ;) Have fun with the vinyl ✌🏾
Declining y'all gifts sippin wine as we reminisce on my first venture ❤
❤respect❤🎉
Remember when we use to want to hear certain EMCEES RAP TOGETHER .
We still do great & commentary 🔎
Crazy vers. Thank You 🙌🏿
NICE!!!
Street fighter perfect🤭
that ish thumps..dayum
Amazing, thanks
Yeahhh 🔥🔥
Golden Pages, out of memory tablet,
Poor to some, but amongst angels consider them lavish,
An warrior, I didn't want to be,
Stages of life it chose me,
Rich, happiness, to be a blessing to my family,
Understanding through growth, some fam is not what you imagine it to be,
Towards some friends, they are diamonds you wish never to lose under wishing wells,
Night can fall as long as stars I can see to honor and tell,
Homie was an loner, I wanted to blend, so I became a stoner,
He stayed to himself, not by choice, the crowd casted him out to be a goner,
In front of me I witness, cruelty plays, saying " you don't fit the image,
He traveled spot to spot not able to pivot,
Not knowing the mission, to live it, for the moment, willing to defend him like Mj did for Pippen,
Loyalty without thinking consequences, is rubies created without hands shaping the matter,
Pain emerges, the more I continue the chapter,
He never cared what people thought cause of their rejection, making it his acceptance,
Through his rocky path I found wisdom quotations for my daily lessons,
Each day required patience, some days silence it had to be from what he was facing,
Only could wear what he was able to afford,
Useless to the majority, An generous youngin, Captain of my ship, inviting him to aboard,
Deep down he wanted what everybody else had, not realizing his identity was an infinite sword,
George Carver to Henry Ford,
Walking in the door, coming from being young Penny spilling blue magic on the floor,
Pops in the living room spoke.........
Nice
Please tell me Nas went in on this .where is Ghost face @ and Az
Do you mean on the album? Yes nas is there Ghostface and Az were unfortunately not there bro...
He didn’t go as hard as mega did. Which is quite mad cos I thought nas was harder
I need to here AZ's New album
@@streetking9340 he got a new album?
@@s2daworld184 yeah . He has two singles off it out .
Yo, yo yo yo yo yo
Check it, connect it, resurrect it,
The point that is, because I'm positive,
You don't have enough to give,
The rhyme slayer,
A mental master, decapitator,
The microphone terrorist like Al Queda,
Move CDs thru bodegas,
Escape thru snakes and traitors,
And keep windows tinted,
So inside can remain weed scented,
I've implemented credentials in this game,
Was essential to put presidential faces down in my name,
But still nothing's changed,
Residential without eventual fame,
Yet that's okay,
I'll just stay in my lane,
But don't come into mines,
Or mines will grip nines,
Shift and a hit a reverse,
All because you slipped one time,
Now I got yours,
But what's yours is mine,
And what's mine is now yours,
But they'll never trace the left nine,
Millimeter heater, used to keep behind the speakers,
Occasionally I'd hear a tap,
When I'd listen to old school boom-bap,
Can't be tracked or trapped,
Never slacked, never backed up,
Forever with an ego,
You will get jacked up,
And jumped on and hit,
All because you had to open your mouth,
And try to talk that shit,
Another wig split,
Another cig lit,
Dispose bodies properly,
And truthfully there's no stopping me,
And I'm never coppin a plea,
There's no surrender to follow,
Like most rappers today,
Who can't spit but sure love to swallow