1.Smile
Lyricist：Alan Maman
I hide my tears from the crowd by smiling
By smiling
I'm even smiling for me
Smiling so you know why you can't hurt me
Smiling for something, not hiding from falling
Now what you know about what smiles are all about
Gotta keep moving the weight
Winter, summer, spring to the fall
Gotta keep food on my plate
Gotta keep plaques on the wall
Gotta keep proving I'm great
I'm so sick of it all
Gotta keep smile on my face
Even if I slip and I fall
Gotta have mask for the pain
If you want to master the game
I was only after the props
Really I was never after the fame
I was never after the Range
Now I'm like a rat in a race
Always tryna catch up the chase
Feeling like I'm trapped in the maze
Never let 'em see me when I'm down
Never let 'em see me with a frown
Even when the game beat me to the ground
I get up and go another round
Lock it up and show another town
Break it up and roll another pound
Change it up and go another route
Flip and make a whole another sound
Like the way I did on hold it down
Yeah, you know the kid'll hold it down
Never knew the name, you know it now
Never knew the face, you know it now
Look at all this cake I'm holding now
Thinking of a way to throw it now
Fuck it, everyday I blow it now
Gotta get it where I know it now
I'm even smiling for me
Smiling so you know why you can't hurt me
Smiling for something, not hiding from falling
Now what you know about what smiles are all about
I'm even smiling for me
Smiling so you know why you can't hurt me
Smiling for something, not hiding from falling
Now what you know about what smiles are all about
Gotta get it how you gotta get it
That's what's up to family, I'm that committed
The only way that we can all get the cake
Is if we get up, how we got to split it
If you got a verse, you better spit it
If you see a job, you better get it
And if you can hoop, stay on yo' pivot
'Cause the truth is this is life you gotta live it
Try not to travel down the wrong road
So that when your legacy is told
You was known to be a hustler who provided
For his family and did it cold
Conquer obstacles and challenges
Make your competition bow to this
Spit it for my homey Alchemist
Hold up, let me find another style for this
Come with the energy, making me wanna erupt
Sipping a little of Remy up out of my cup
Come with the lyrical, kush I'm taking a puff
Alchemist, come with the rhythm and I'm a be fucking it up
Rap ain't another comparable, gonna be doing
The shit I be doing, I'm killing 'em, breaking 'em off of the
gwap
I got the remedy that'll be filling my pocket with papers
And I'm a be telling the haters I don't stop
Until I'm on top of the world, I stay focused
Until I'm gone, no one be ferocious
Make your body move like law
Make the cane move like Moses
Make the waters move like a shark
Trees move like a summer breeze
Smile in your face tell you to grind hard
'Til you get you one of these
I'm even smiling for me
Smiling so you know why you can't hurt me
Smiling for something, not hiding from falling
Now what you know about what smiles are all about
I'm even smiling for me
Smiling so you know why you can't hurt me
Smiling for something, not hiding from falling
Now what you know about what smiles are all about
I'm even smiling for me
Smiling so you know why you can't hurt me
Smiling for something, not hiding from falling
Now what you know about what smiles are all about
I hide my tears from the crowd by smiling
I go out and spend my money
So they can see smiling
2.Acts Of Violence
3.On Sight
4.Take A Look Back
Never go back but I think back
Hear a song on the radio from the past and get a flashback
Cinematic when it plays back
Write a story of my life and be the soundtrack
11： 46？ Central on a school night I used to sneak out the window
I was little, my brother Neil was in the middle
On the bottom bunk, roof where I wrote my riddles
Get a chill every time I get a visual
Used to think I was invincible
Everyday shoplifting competition at the mall was a ritual
Never won, I never made a good criminal
Got a problem at the school with the principal
And back then all the music was original
I was young and dumb, the future was invisible
Take a look back, take a look back
Never go back, when I reminisce about those passed
Thinking it's a trip how fast we live
Flashing back to the sandbox with my clothes dirty
And my jeans was ripped
Swinging on the monkey bars trying to keep my grip
Jump on the trampoline till my knees give in
Always physical, I was a little crazy kid
Then I got into the music and I found my niche
Found a gift, could've found a ditch
Even when bullets came in my direction, somehow they missed
Tried to grab me and stab me, somehow they slipped
Like a forcefield, stayed the course at the Lord's will
Even when it's over, I'm a go to war still
Even when I'm gone I'll be making noise still
I could never live forever but the voice will
Always knew I'd be somebody that the world feeled
Take a look back at your life now
I admit sometimes I speed for no reason
Sometimes I roll up the weed for no reason
Take a breath of fresh air for no reason
Cause you never know when you're gonna be leaving
So I get it with the old clique
And reminisce while we're thumbing through a box full of old
flicks
Laughing at the funny clothes and the outfits
Take a look back, take a look back
Yeah they say time keep on slipping
But I'm sunk in the coupe, I just keep on dipping
Switching up the gears, I keep on shifting
Daydreams, my mind it keeps on drifting
Like J Dilla I'm a keep living
Never feel like a beat's finished, I'm a perfectionist
Never really happy with it so I'll mess with it
It's a God-given talent, I was blessed with it
Thinking back from the past occurrences
It's endless, I can only scratch the surface
But it's a new day so I let the sun shine
Through the window when I crack the curtains
Only death is certain, only tax is certain
Take a break for a minute then it's back to work
Take a look back at your life now
5.Therapy
Dear People, it's a minute since I checked in＊
Record's still spinnin' where I left it
I done a lot since I seen you last, shit movin' fast
The world got itself in a real hurry
Still I tell 'em： worst come, don't worry
I bought that crib with the dough you left me
Then hit the plane toured the world
So bills made the first with rock babs and Al right beside me
Life is poison, it's ivy
I ain't speakin' on yours, that's how mine be
He ain't lyin', each verse I write the next minute of your life
Flow's ghetto the hood's my lively
Good health, yeah yeah to that
Another year in the black, so many years in the Ray？
I was losing my mind, I was up on my game
Right person, wrong place, just ahead of my time and it's mine
Where do we go？ Where do we go？ Where do we go when we losing
our minds？
Where should I go？ Where should I go？ Where should I go when I'm
losing my mind？
Where do we go？ Where do we go？ Where do we go when we losing
our minds...minds？
This is our therapy
Dear People, been a minute since I checked in
Mention, checking mics, collecting checks but kept the step in
Stepped in what X but had to ex a couple best friends
Who let ends be the reason I left them
The left wing of the west wing
Venom in them cobras when the wind blows
Been on it since the moment rain was pouring out my window
I danced in, in my b-boy stance standing in the midst kicking
stands at the chicks till they dance too
Cool as a fantoose？？ through it another a true school？？
Catch me in a band and a gang calling plays
Play da fool I make the rules
Call it lame but it's the law
Play the war yet whenever they play the song y'all get loose
Off the juice, bustin' hard earned bars to scar loots
Scarred youth, my heart's firm y'all are ... truth
Gol-Lee, cross-breed between Spike, God, and Bruce
When I'm kickin' it, they're wondering if God's talking to Blu
but it's..
Dear People, on the corner's where the evil
Created a share of the drama
That got the tears from your mama
Hittin' the steps of the steeple
Livin' unfair and unequal
Lies to the afterlife this here you ain't prepared for the
sequel
These rappers is see-through and transparent
This man's spirit deal with advanced lyrics
They can't hear it, I can't bear it, I can't wear it
It's trash, it's lyrical masturbation I'm not making a fascist
statement
Your verse is doctored I call 'em quacks they lackin' patients
They just want they validation, congratulations
Try walking the streets till four in the morning
Looking for rappers to battle feeling like you'd die if you
ignore your calling
Then hop on a greyhound, LA-bound
Perform in the club while they busting shots, stay down
Got it for the cause, just because they clap don't mean that you
need the applause
Dear People, sincerely yours
6.Keep The Heels On
7.Under Siege
All you motherfuckers
All you bitches
All you bitch ass niggas
Can't stand all you motherfuckers
Yeah
Y'all fuckin with some raw individuals
Smart criminals
Gangrene top of the pinnacle
Let it rule
Brittle you and your crew it's pitiful
I come through and burn like the sun do visible
Physical burn off ya skin
It's the critical interval between death and miracles
Miniscule is what y'all gots in options
My synopsis tells me y'all not this hotness
Ox shit
Move over here comes that bulldozer
I run niggas over pull off into the shoulder
Spine pulling they arms out of their shoulders
They commented wrong in the eyes of the beholder
Alarms off, neighborhood watchin over my shoulders
Frontline turn this vet back into a soldier
It's all over I'll break over the globe global
Then takeover with raw breaks and go postal
Tell your commissioner
Ya ＊scratch＊
city under siege
On some Steven Seagal shit
Salmonella chicken I'm kickin that raw shit
For practice so when you snack on this you get nauseous
And vomit
I fly over the city and bomb it
And parachute down with the truth and strong arm it
Like Red Dawn
Fuck around and get stepped on
The word's out, all the buttons got pressed on
It's a hostile takeover
The break's over
I'm straight soldier
Fuck up your face like a makeover
When you step into the path of the tanks, get raced over
And flattened while I still got my stereo blasting
I'm a savage
Loco, my case is basket
Way beyond the point of no return I passed it
And I stole your gadgets
So I advise you not to open the baggage
My backpack is an explosive package
C4 plastic
Closed casket
It gets drastic in the street like I'm directin traffic
8.Lights, Cameras, Action
9.Some Gangster Shit
Look's like your memory need refresh'n
you couldn't do me if you were doing an impression
Maybe i should just press charges for swagger deaf
you faggots' deaf if you can't hear, i'm hot as dragon's breathe
nah i'm pass hot, im the sun's mascot
When snacks on deck im at your neck like an ass scot.
Its low so, she all ready knows so
I said ok good, tell that other ho so.
I say Wussup son, You wussup son
They say your swagger on viagra keep it up son
Ball'n is key, we start the engine with buttons
This player be limp'n call an injury sturtin
10.Grand Concourse Benches
11.Chemical Warfare
Lyricist：Alan Maman
You are now listening to the sounds
Of Shady and Alchemist, Alchemist, Alchemist
Got an axe and a duffel bag, couple of fags
Stuffed in the backseat, muzzled and gagged
Wrapped in bubble wrap two lesbians up
Couple Hustler mags
And I grab a Pez dispenser
Fill it up to the max with muscle relaxers
The governor of Alaska, she loves when I ask her
Shove my Polaski, sausage up in her ass, huh
While we hover over Nebraska
Shooting at the fucking buffalo pasture in the helicopter
Man, I can't fuck her no faster, she's screaming
'Grab my titties, Shady, suck on those bastards'
But I ain't no sucker, I won't snuggle up with her after
I'm a gigolo but y'all look like a juggalo rapper
Everyday, man, I just seem to get a little bit doper
Shit, back down, man, I'd rather lick on a scrotum
And eat the fucking Octo-mom's pussy lips with some okra
While I watch Whoopi Goldberg, sizzle with Oprah
While Rosie pussy farts and takes a piss on the sofa
Get a boner and play dick swords with the Jonas Brothers
Your motherfucking mother's aroma's like no other
I keep thinking of her smothered in Somas
It's chemical warfare, drop bombs like Saddam
I'm bringing the drama like Barack Obama
Playing rock 'em, sock 'em robots with the Octo-momma
I'm vato loco homie, I cock those llamas
For chemical warfare
12.ALC Theme
13.Intro
14.Lose Your Life
Lyricist：Alan Maman
Lose your life
Yeah, what up？ Snoopie D-O Dub
West coast kings, what's up, Alchemist？
I wanna holla real quick, man
'Cause see a lota these niggas got the game
Fucked up, man, they don't know, man
It's real seriously, it's heavy out in those streets, man
You could lose your like that
You wanna lose your life
Play me, got a pocket and mah cock it and you might
You wanna lose your life
Niggas getting dropped and popped on the block every night
You wanna lose your life
Money is the key in the street life
You wanna lose your life
Walking 'round gang banging betta keep that thang hanging
20 lil missiles in the clip of the 5-7
I'm like navigation if you trying to find heaven
You already know I'm a rare breed
Sitting on a nice amount of acres and square feet
Yeah, see even the best die respect my
Colombian neck tie, you just can't pass death by
You can be homie 'cause neutral god body, neita, king Zulu
One thing about death it ain't gonna fool you
No reason to lie for nothing to prove too
Why you still here？ Though the devil will use you
Closed casket is how I know the bullets abused you
Even though I'm a boss I like to eat food too
Spray a nigga block up when I'm in the mood too
Blow a blunt get a drink whatever soothes you
'Cause if it ain't the street the system will lose you
You wanna lose your life
Play me got a pocket and mah cock it and you might
You wanna lose your life
Niggas getting dropped and popped on the block every nightt
You wanna lose your life
Money is the key in the street life
You wanna lose your life
Walking 'round gang banging betta keep that thang hanging
Homie, listen to the flow let it take you where you're going
Billy Jean step over the track till it's glowing
You thinking I'm the O N E metaphors are no win
Avalanche P pushed powder till you snowed in
Open sesame unveil the recipe cocaine cook up, heroin and
ecstasy
Got me locked in the coupe like the lambos arresting me
Gun play necessity war fare, none spared
Duffel bag money ain't all there we sick 'em all morning victim
He who test P just begging for the death walk with devilish me
Sit back kick back knowing that there's none hotter
Graduated from a drug dealer's alma-mater
Magna cum lauder, the kitchen I'm so jada
You niggas got no worries, hakuna matata
You wanna lose your life
Play me got a pocket and mah cock it and you might
You wanna lose your life
Niggas getting dropped and popped on the block every night
You wanna lose your life
Money is the key in the street life
You wanna lose your life
Walking 'round gang banging betta keep that thang hanging
Niggas getting dropped and popped on the block every night
Chemical warfare
15.That'll Work
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