That Alchemist shit keep the heads bobbin'... i jus laid some of the fire down. Holla.
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The Lox - "The Essence"
Lyrics
I get coke up front, around my back yard / So I ain't even on a track when I wrap hard...
Crack bars, how about a few packs / You scratch ya' nuts, just to say you move sacks...
Dude relax, I got this on smash / No disrepect, keep ya' checks, I want cash...
You won't blast, cuz pussies never touch guns / Get capped, I dick slap ho's and bust sons
Anybody want some, you can find me at the spot / Hell my name should be Hell cuz I'm forever hot
Better not, drum-lines, or else I'll have to have band-stand / And make the blood rush to ya head like a hand-stand
Fuck a gram man, I'm about the zip-loc's / Grindin' till the tick tock, that's how we get blocks
Pitch rocks to the dope-heads that fiend for it / Needle in the veins, fuck the pain, they bleed for it
A mean chorus, backin' up a hot verse / I got first, in a second ya situation got worse
I thirst for blood, call me the buzz-killer / You wanna bug, okay I'll let them slugs fill ya'
Drill ya like a dentist, apprentices study my ways / We ain't buddies okay, so I'm quick to bloody my blades
Any place any stage, Source gonna show ya up / The beat ain't over but jeah I think I've flowed enough
Back like cooked crack, I'll show you where dem dips at / Put cha weight down I'll show you where to flip that
I spit that piff, so fiends don't shower often / Shit that make em lean and start power-walkin'
If everybody talked what they did, it'd be a quiet game / If nigga's really saw how you lived, it'd be a cryin' shame
Source always fire flames, toss men and light them thangs / You hire me to ghost, cuz you can't even write cha name
Nigga's wanna fight me mane, expect to get them non-showers / I'm up in ya hood, like Mexicans and lawn-mowers
Ya'll some non-rollers, show where me the dice at / I knocked you out, so you can show me where the lights at
You likes dat, then I probably got another fan / You call me daddy, ya sister call me ya mother's man
Fuck a rubber man, I hit it raw, and spit it raw / And all of my nigga's saw, so we know where to get cha car
Consider this a tour, now get back in line / Now that I've cracked ya' mind, allow me to get back to mines
