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1985

Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist
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[00:01.14] My bro said "Don't say that"

[00:02.73] I said "Fuck that, I'm gon' be gettin' a wooping anyway

[00:03.79] Don't make no goddamn difference"

[00:06.45] Fuck that, I'm not one to find shit

[00:13.35] What your mom say? "Take the garbage out, fuck"

[00:21.85] (Yeah) Yeah, don't lose the beat motherfucker

[00:23.18] Take the garbage out

[00:26.10] Yeah yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level nigga what

[00:28.76] Yeah, yeah

[00:33.28] Finna up the flows to the God level, nigga, what

[00:36.20] Yeah, check check

[00:39.92] Yeah, mic check check

[00:43.63] Yeah, nigga, check check

[00:47.09] Yeah, bitch, check check

[00:49.74] Yeah, yeah

[00:51.07] Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin' (yeah)

[00:53.99] Hit a bitch with that extended clip or that revolver

[00:56.12] Shit'll serve the same purpose (bang, bang)

[00:57.45] Keep them beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby

[00:59.84] I can smell the 'caine burnin'

[01:01.17] Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch, I travel with the cocaine circus

[01:04.62] Put them F and Xs on your clowned ass

[01:06.21] Catch a nigga up and leave him down bad

[01:07.81] I go get a pack and take a nigga town

[01:09.93] And fuck his bitches with my out of town ass

[01:11.53] Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki

[01:13.12] Rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi

[01:14.71] Drop the check on the bitch man

[01:16.30] These niggas be lookin' like baby mommas in these Maseratis

[01:18.70] Bitch, I fuck up your face with a razor

[01:20.02] How I make sure your motherfuckin' family can't view your body

[01:21.62] Nigga thuggin' and shit, put my blood in his shit

[01:24.01] Prick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati)

[01:25.87] Joe Pesci, pushin' product

[01:27.99] You niggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic

[01:29.58] On the run like Assata, so fuck the police

[01:31.44] As a nigga be chillin' in La Habana (up in La Habana)

[01:34.10] Police caught him with a whole thang

[01:35.43] Now they snitchin' man, whole gang workin'

[01:37.56] Gangland, made a lane in it

[01:39.15] If my name in it, it's a gang murder

[01:41.28] All my reps in the crack files, bitch, I got 'em up out the vault

[01:43.93] I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that Brillo and be rippin' them car antennas off

[01:48.71] Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby

[01:51.10] I can smell the 'caine burnin'

[01:52.16] Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine it'll be a gang murder

[01:55.61] 1985, Michael Jordan, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus

[01:59.34] Flow God level, like when Hov speak

[02:01.19] I make a song, weep, I got the game hurtin'

[02:03.85] Bitch, yeah yeah

[02:05.71] Flow God level, like when Hov speak

[02:06.77] I make a song, weep, I got the game hurtin'

[02:11.28] Yeah, yeah yeah

[02:14.74] Yeah, check check

[02:18.19] Check check

[02:19.78] Mic check check

[02:21.64] Check check

[02:22.97] Niggas need a check, check, yeah

[02:25.10] We got everybody in the house, tonight

[02:26.96] I'll wait for my DJ to get ready

[02:30.94] Nah