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The Alchemist - Bold Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah)
It's ConCreatures (Sig Sauer Boys)
Boldy Blocks
227, yeah, uh-huh

[Verse 1]
Brave and courageous in Detroit, Michigan (Bold)
It's grazings, abrasions, and eight-ball hemorrhages (Cold)
Straight shell cases, ARs, Remingtons (Uh-huh)
Springfields and gages tear apart ligaments
Separatin' them gang stars from gentlemen (Yup)
Redecoratin' paint jobs and interior (Uh-huh)
It's serious, put the pipin' on his leather seats
Left his mirror tints spider-webbed in his V (Splash)
Taco meat on your driver seat, split your lima bean
The four-pound llama beam'll down him and gut him clean
When they visit him in trauma, full-body sling (Huh)
His baby mama and his mama hollerin', screamin'
"My baby never hurt nobody, why that fucking heathen (Bold)
Boldy shoot him?" Now them bullets botherin' his breathin' (Cold)
Now every time that it rains, he think about that evenin'
For heartache and painkillers, blame ConCreatures

[Chorus]
Bold, my trigger finger is itchy-scratchy
Right, my middle finger, it grip that maggie
Tight, my ring fingers embrace my gun
Yikes, and my pinky fingers anchor my thumbs
Strike, the thumb on my other hand click the hammer
Yup, my left index is ambidextrous
Left fuck-you finger the reason I squoze (Cold)
Put them gloves on and teach you the meaning of Bold
[Verse 2]
I ain't superstitious but somethin' is fishy (Uh-huh)
I keep havin' dreams them officials comin' to get me (Yeah)
At night I can't sleep, keep switchin' up where my chips be
'Cause they'll break the bank, take it all, leave you on empty (Stash)
Can't make a call, they tap all into your frequencies (They tap)
Invade your privacy, put the wire on your team (For real)
Can you survive the heat, indictment sheets, and affidavits? (Snitch)
Or make a statement? Rattin' for a occupation
Crackin' under the pressure, you less than a man
Banned from the street, your best friend in the Fed (Yeah)
Pen out of ink from all the shit you wrote and writ
In them pens out them clinks talkin' like you on a writ
Ain't that a bitch? You done snitched, got your partners a bid
Took a cop twenty years, still do about ten (Ten cents)
None of his men said a word, stayed true to the end
Because he sang like a bird they doin' Jupiter years, Bold

[Interlude]
When I heard [Denny ?] flipped, I was shocked he survived
'Cause I ain't [?] respect to this guy
As did everyone I knew
So, well, it did come as a major, major surprise

[Chorus]
Bold, my trigger finger is itchy-scratchy
Right, my middle finger, it grip that maggie
Tight, my ring fingers embrace my gun
Yikes, and my pinky fingers anchor my thumbs
Strike, the thumb on my other hand click the hammer
Yup, my left index is ambidextrous
Left fuck-you finger the reason I squoze (Cold)
Put them gloves on and teach you the meaning of Bold
[Outro]
It is not unusual for this country
And nowhere is that more apparent than in Detroit
We are no closer today to finding former Teamster [?] James Hoffa and the—