BOOK OF RHYMES

Alchemist, you know me man I'm the type of nigga that writes rhymes right on the spot in the studio as soon as I hear the track You know what I'm saying 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 boxesman I don't even remember when I was writing these shits or what's in these shits, man Probably a bunch of bullshit Fuck it How can I trust you when I can't trust me Picture myself an old man, and old G Some niggas will conversate with liars all day time pass Nah, let's start something else So long lce, death threats given by clowns I guess Living is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed, cursed, worst, I've been blessed First I though I was abnormal cause I would overcome any task called to CORDIAL So there it is I'm a prince I'm against lames who do minor shit Swear they on the top of they games Your rhyming is called, but y'all don't mine a log It kind supports, theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Really I come in contact with the real Since Pun passing, it was tha last shine of sun I could feel Said there's a few left, musics, expressions of life Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh, shit, Tina, I been looking for this bitches number, dang No this rhyme is weak, this weak, I remember this bullshit right here My book of rhymes Ghandi was a fool, nigga fight to the death The U.S.A. Army is a school that teach the price of conquest I remember when I wrote this shit, nah, that's weak And money's your religion, sky the limit, live life Numbers is big business, makes the poor live tripe 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 friends, prostitutes passing for teens This is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine For notoriety Grow up watching well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars Was my fantasy for NAS Rubbing my lips with camphor-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 to jail Never Harvard or Yale Pardon me, typing my two-way While I'm charging my cel 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 trying to make albums spitting my style And they don't even realize it Or notice they stealin's Nas shit I pump some Rick James with that Tina Marie My nina lean on me like super scrap This can't be my book of rhymes This can't be my book of rhymes, writing this bullshit My book of rhymes Nah, never that, fuck that Why you laughing Alchemist? You're a funny nigga My book of rhymes I'm telling ya, I'm gonna come up with some new shit now Fuck that, I'm gonna write again now, fuck that I musta been high on some shit What the fuck is this Look how we treat pregnancy Women in the hood Our values so low Our values are no good Things our mother told us We shoulda heeded 'Cause now we need it We older, almost able to... I'm jealous of you How come you so beautiful, smellin' fresh, youthful Intelligent while I'm stressing this shit I envy you because all you do is smile and things come your way Such an innocent child is what some say I get upset because 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 Kinda crazy