Book Of Rhymes

Alchemist, you know me, man

I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio

Soon as I hear the track, you know what I'm sayin'?

Word, but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today

Man, I found these shits up in the crib, man in boxes, man

I don't even remember when I was writing these shits

Or what's in these shits, man, probably a bunch of bullshit

Fuck it, check it

How can I trust you when I can't trust me?

Picture myself, a old man, a OG

Some niggas will conversate with liers all-day

Time pass- (nah, lemme start somethin' else)

Soul on-ice, death threats given by clowns

I guess livin' is prison, when you live around clowns

I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been blessed first

I thought I was abnormal, 'cause I would overcome any tasked called to

So there it is, I'm a prince, I'ma get slain

Some do minor shit, swear they on the top of they game

Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue"

It kinda supports theories of scary niggas, who should lie in the morgue

Rarely, y'all come in contact with the real

Since Pun passed, he was the last shine of sun I could feel

Yo, said there's a few left since music's expressions of life

Damn, I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes

Oh, shit, Tina, I been lookin' for this bitch number, damn

No, this rhyme is weak

This is weak, I remember this bullshit right here

(My Book of Rhymes)

Gandhi was a-, what the fu-?

Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death (uh)

The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest

(I wonder when I wrote this, nah, it's weak)

The money's ya religion, sky the limit live life

Numbers is big business, makes the poor live trife

The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream

Through your existence, become wealthy knowledge is king

Pimps and card sharks thieves, murderers with hard luck

Addicts and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my society

Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety

Grow up watchin' well-dressed niggas with charms

Beautiful ladies on their arms

Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas

Rubbin' my lips with Campophenique

Still behind the ears, wet turned out to be

Pioneers vets' amongst hustlers, crack sellers and liars and squares

(Nah, that was weak there)

My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale

Pardon me type in my two-way while I'm chargin' my cell

It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real

I can't fight you 'cause you would sue me, niggas be groupies

I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style

And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit

I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie

My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's crap this can't be

My book of rhymes

This can't be my book of rhymes, writin' this bullshit!

(My book of rhymes)

Nah, never that, fuck that, aw, why you laughin' Alchemist?

Huh, you a funny nigga, now, yeah

(My book of rhymes)

I'm tellin' you, I'ma come up with some new shit now (I'ma start something-)

Fuck that, I'ma write again, now fuck that

I musta been high on some shit, hmm, what the fuck is this?

Look how we treat pregnancy women in the hood

Our values so low, our values are no good

Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded

'Cause now we need it

We older almost able t-

I'm jealous of you, how come you so beautiful?

Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent, while I'm stressin' and shit

Ayo, I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way

"Such a innocent child" is what some say

I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are

Like a star, not a worry in this world thus far

But wait a minute, we both need ya mother's attention

I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant, uh

(Kinda crazy)