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The Alchemist - Magic Dust Lyrics

[Intro]
If you have any information concerning this [?]
Notify your local police, the FBI are gangbusters that want this

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
Poured dressing on a chord progression
Spilled my lower intestines in a recording session
Hoist up a big rocket launcher and point at your direction
Rosary beads around your neck won't give you more protection
Prick my finger for the membership
Scribble with so much intensity, make the pencil split
Over the budget, my body's draped in expensive shit
Empty the cartridge and reload with an extended clip
Big mechanical wrecking ball
Step on the raw with ethanol
You couldn't handle the repertoire
Too many ligaments to chop, I need an extra saw
I cut the cards before I shuffle up the decks and draw
Legends fall, ref blew the whistle, I couldn't catch a call
Take a short piece of material and stretch it tall (Stretch it)
All the way to the quasars (Way up)
Catch me hidin' out in plain sight, I'm flyin' below the radars
Name, put emphasis on the gang when you say ours

[Verse 2: Oh No]
Oh you could see the stars
Like soliloquy of chaos
Days'll get dark, shit get darker than a seance
We did the dirty work, there's no way that you could take ours
Writin' all year, ain't no days off
Pop showed me, then mama told me that shit is gonna pay off
Ballin' like the playoffs, all that money's in the net so
We turning on the green light, somebody's gettin' check for sho'
I'm taking instant grams, not Instagrams
Shit, you can't picture it man
But I could pitch it like a pitchers hand
Right from the top, we throwin' curves out
Right from the mound, to the corner curve
It's Gang, Gang
[Interlude]
Your host for this episode of Gangbusters
Our case is unusual, because of a novel means
By which we identify who found the criminals
Terrible weather!
Tell me about it
Just a moment I'll let you know more about it

[Verse 3: Evidence]
Staring at the paper with the margin
If the words ain't passin' when I'm rappin' then its garbage (Fuck outta here)
Growing as an artist from the city of the harvest
Backstreets be the seediest and lead 'em to they target
Endure the hardship more than often, what is life?
Kids forget to live before the coffin, and I was right
Starter was the jacket back then and it still is
California's active and cops are cap peelers
Body catcher, on a stage I'm that killer
Heart became cold and stone, I'm that pillar
A lot of days do tell who fell in state level
Keep the bass at my feet, mid waist, face is treble
Several bad choices over time, it's been expected
Point is how you falling down and get up to correct it
You rather be wrong and sit and stand corrected
They standing they ground until we ran 'em off the exit
Off the intersection, off the pot stove is cooking
Connected the dots, spots they missed and overlooking
This is basis, blueprints for them to try to chase it
Following my steps until it's permanently placed in
It's Gang
[Outro]
Police heard the same story from victims many times
But before the pattern became too familiar
The gang switched operations to a new set of victims
It was a long tab they began building in their concentration on liquor stores
They held up more than 50 of them in Manhattan and the Bronx
We had descriptions of the gang members from victims
But they gave us nothing with which we could pin down their identity