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The Alchemist - Reform School Lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James]
'Chemist
It's us against them

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
I'm a lunatic, I got five on it once the doobie lit (That's light work)
We was locking my room door, stuffing them Uzi clips
Running with hooligans, I've put in my work
Wiping slugs and guns off with the tip of my shirt
Them .223s for when we ride on our enemies
And hit 'em up if they don't hit me up first (Game Time)
In my army fatigue, it's still gunpowder on the sleeve
Niggas get shot every day, B, pull down your skirt
Before I lift it up to show the whole world you pussy (It's Bold)
And how you niggas been some bitches since birth
'Cause we them Sig Sauer boys hittin' em where it hurts (227)
Twist a nigga cap back and pop a nigga with a squig and a squirt
He dug his own grave, I'm just revealing the dirt
Got some bullets to chase a nigga to the end of the Earth
Until we meet again, I think, with death, I'ma flirt
Give her that old evil grin and my devilish smirk

[Chorus: Domo Genesis]
Fuck y'all niggas, what y'all wanna do? Uh
Bumpin' my new shit, mobbin' with the crew, uh
Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool
Let me know if it's a problem 'cause it's solving we could do, shit
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Dead bullies and Red Bull is all in his stomach
With a couple bitches with whom relations ended abruptly
Grab the Mickey and the coaster and sit it
Now, I've been sober a minute, ho, tell your soldiers, "Forget it"
Spit it as cold as the frigid, dare me to host it and shit
Just carry the flow to the clinic, carry the coast on my shoulders
Various hoes in the whip, and they blowin' smoke at the chauffeur
Carry the dope in they britches, bury a foe in the ocean, uh
I can't help it, it's Tan Cressida, gram sellers
Pantera records and bodies stuffed in the damp cellar
Far from the fronting, my niggas was in the back
Yelling 'cause we came from nothing, like everything that you can't tell us
Speak soft, sock a fan, shut the camera off
Rap camp Camelot, cannon cocked, lick a shot
Bop, bop, liquor slosh, bottom of the belly
Bars lock hard, hitting like they squabbling with the celly grip

[Chorus: Domo Genesis]
Fuck y'all niggas, what y'all wanna do? Uh
Bumpin' my new shit, mobbin' with the crew, uh
Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool
Let me know if it's a problem 'cause it's solving we could do, shit

[Verse 3: Da$h]
Smokin' all the green, exhalin' dragon breath up out my nasal
Order steak, rosemary with the basil
It's too rare, get it off my table
Way I pimp, should've stuck with the shrimp
Dick stuck to her lips, the money stuck to my thumbs
I'm spittin' rounds like a drum
Bitch said her man was a bum and he think he got that bag
Get her high and dog her ass, she tellin' me 'bout homie stash
I listen up and roll my grass
Before the blunt was even ashed, I hit my homie on the jack, like
"Just got the word on what the lick read"
Essex County, and he sitting on 'bout six Ps
Is you 'bout it?" He say "For sure" and we rushed to move
Riding with my top gun like Tom fucking Cruise
No license behind the wheel, blowing red signs
I push that red line before fed time
Get the flip and write a verse or two, nah, us niggas never heard of you
Denzel in Training Day, motherfucker, I'm getting surgical
[Chorus: Domo Genesis]
Fuck y'all niggas, what y'all wanna do? Uh
Bumpin' my new shit, mobbin' with the crew, uh
Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool
Let me know if it's a problem 'cause it's solving we could do, shit