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The Alchemist - The Gates Of Hell Lyrics

[Intro]
When I was first able to see it with my own eyes
And walk up to the edge
And the wind, that hot desert wind blows across the top of the crater
And blasts you in the face
It looks like the kind of spot where Satan himself should jump out
With, with a pitchfork and the whole brig

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
Get turned into a burglar, rock shades made out of turtle
Banging a bucket in a drum circle
Smell me comin from a mile away, mix the brown with the Alizé
Turn it green, call that Incredible Hulk
What I script is not a legible note
I make a spectacle with a pockеt full of money rolls in a leather coat
I’ll put you in a vicе grip and shock your dome with an electric volt
On your head is where the bread is thrown
Testin your heart with a a stethoscope
Put it to your chest, you start increasing the metronome
You shaky, baby

[Verse 2: ANKHLEJOHN]
Man, it’s a chance we might go down for kidnapping if we let him home
Turn to pitch black and the credits roll
You can focus on your cadence and your breath control
Tell the main doctor, go and let him know
Whole family in the hospital lobby
He didn’t make it but he on his way to Heaven's road
The pearl streets and golden gates, surrounded by souls
It was no escape, my man died, they left the shit a open case
How we family and got no relations?
I pickpocket my way through the fire when I arrive at the standing ovations
You wanna go fast? Then go alone
You wanna go far? We go together
I hunt these jungles and I’m swift with the bow and arrow
Traveling a thousand miles to have lunch with the oldest pharaoh
Guardian dog is off the leash but it ain’t no tellin
Attack you in a second, he trained to bite off elbows
Before you score, you must first have a goal
I could really get her on the phone
Give you a price and she’ll snatch your soul
I may expose all sovereign nations
That’s a constant when you hella cool, called him a N-word even though he Caucasian
I caught you leaning on my conversation
It’s a quick way to get palm-faced
Who gon be there to throw a pitch if his arm break?
That’s why we train everybody the same, equal opportunity for a long race
Chrome ain’t held by the waist if it’s on safe
[Verse 3: Oh No]
I was given out six feet before they started quarantines
You get too close, it’s like a whole regime
It’s all filth, I’m coming order clean
Run game more than steam, tore through the dreams like we show and tell
And gave him that underground like a hole that was straight to hell
A drop to the fire, that’s undeniable
I hear it’s smoke but it’s most not viable
Even if you clap two stones to dry grass, your spark’s unreliable
I get maniacal
And send a grown man that looks like a kid on a bicycle ridin uninvited
All that gas you was spilling, I got the match to ignite it
I light your insight outside, the insides terrorized
Next to me, you downsize and vibe is paralyzing
Mine is gearing, I’m burning more big trees than Paraguay
Building an island, come out and test the tribe
A narrow space, shoot narrow straight
Your face in the peril, get laced, blast you off like aerospace
No

[Outro]
You made a few mistakes, right?
At least you went perfect
It’s when the, when the thing dropped down, now it’s delivered
That is correct
I’m good, I’m good, hahah