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A Maman Music - Book Of Rhymes Lyrics

[Intro]
Alchemist, you know me, man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes
Right on the spot in the studio, soon as I hear the track
You know what I'm sayin'?
Word... but I wanted to bring
A couple of books to the studio today, man
I found these shits up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I don't even remember when I was writin' these shits
Or what's in these shits, man
Probably a bunch of bullshit, man… fuck it, check it

[Verse 1]
"How can I trust you when I can't trust me?
Picture myself an old man, a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with liars all day
Time pass—" (Nah, let me start somethin' else)
"Soul on Ice, death threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed, cursed – worse, I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal ‘cause I would overcome any tasked called to
So there it is, I'm a prince, I'm against lames
Who do minor shit, swear they on the top of they game
Your rhymin' is called 'Vagina Monologue' –
It kinda supports–theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue
Rarely y'all come in contact with the real
Since Pun passed, he was the last shine of sun I could feel..."
Yo, said there's a few left, since music's expressions of life
Damn, I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes
[Break]
Oh shit, Tina!
I been lookin' for this bitch number, damn
No, this rhyme is weak
This is weak, I remember this bullshit right here
(My book of rhymes)
Gandhi was a… what the fuck?

[Verse 2]
"Gandhi was a fool, nigga, fight to the death
The US Army is a school that teach you plights of conquest"
(I wonder when I wrote this… nah, it's weak)
"If money's your religion, sky's the limit, live life
Numbers is big business, makes the poor live trife
The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream
Through your existence become wealthy, Knowledge Is King
Pimps and card sharks, thieves
Murderers with hard luck, addicts and fiends
Prostitutes passin' for teens – it's my society
Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety
Grow up watchin' well-dressed niggas with charms
Beautiful ladies on their arms
Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas
Rubbin' my lips with Campho-Phenique – still behind the ears wet
Turned out to be pioneers, vets
Amongst hustlers, crack sellers, and liars and squares"
(Nah, that was weak there)
"My people be projects or jail, never Harvard or Yale..."
Pardon me, type in my two-way while I'm chargin' my cell
"It's hard to be iced up with Gucci, God – poverty's real
I can't fight you, 'cause you would sue me
Niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryna make albums
Spittin' my style and they don't even realize that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie
My nina lean on me, like Scoob and Scrap"
This can't be my book of rhymes
[Break]
This can't be my book of rhymes, writin' this bullshit!
(My book of rhymes)
Nah, neva that! Fuck that!
Aw, why you laughin', Alchemist?
Hah, you a funny nigga...
Naw, yeah... (My book of rhymes)
I'm tellin' you, I'ma come up with some new shit now
Fuck that! I'ma write again now, fuck that!
I musta been high, or some shit… what the fuck is this?!

[Verse 3]
"Look how we treat pregnancy, women in the hood
Our value's so low, our values are no good
Things our mothers told us we should've heeded
'Cause now we need it
We older, almost able t—"
"I'm jealous of you, how come you so beautiful?
Smellin' fresh, youthful,–intelligent
While I'm stressin' and shit
Ayo, I envy you ‘cause all you do is smile at things come your way
"Such an innocent child," is what some say
I get upset ‘cause I just want to be treated the way you are
Like a star, not a worry in this world, thus far
But wait a minute, we both need your mother's attention
I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant"(Ah-ha, kinda crazy)