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The Alchemist - Curse Lyrics

[Intro]
I been servin' since, my nigga

[Verse]
And I just went cold turkey on my bitch
It's a cold world, been servin' niggas since
No Mercy, just lurkin' by the fence
Ed Murphy Raw, Persian floor, pigs in the fog
Dogs comin' to search the car, that's ironic how
Every verse just serve the purpose of a service dog
To these blind niggas, redefine what you heard before
How every word got the urgency of nurses
On the tele with the surgeon, had a belly full of bourbon
'Til I remembered I'm worth it, still exempt from the curses
Still a couple shoulders over y'all
And life's short but the totem tall
I told you that the flow would circle, bring it back
I get inertia, then I murk it off
What's the topic of conversation? What's the protocol?
I keep my toe from out the serpent jaw
Listen, I don't know who hurt you Ma
What I know is livin' in the past just hurt you more
And now I'm grown, I'm tryna bag 'em like the grocery store
Lot of niggas poultry, I see chicken and I roast it all
A nigga livin' in the moment, no remarks, just a question
Why you lookin' for some innocence you know you lost?
Engine runnin', pistons spittin' like it's motocross
Shit, the sunset got the city golden
Plus my son said, I'm the city golden boy
I've pissed and spit on my opponent
Then I'm pitchin' bodies overboard
Then I'm shakin' off them shackles
I be in the house sometimes, I own my masters
Catch me on the couch unwindin'
If she throw the cat, I'll smash it out the linen
Off a pack that my Uncle Al provide me
Eyes on low rider
Back to businessmen, they bovine, so don't mind 'em
Farm 'em for they cheese, not they co-sign, and
Knock 'em out they motherfuckin' socks when you clothesline 'em
Not tryna change the game, don't sign up, motherfucker