Letra de ' Bible Paper (feat. Prodigy) ' de The Alchemist

[Part 1]
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Yeah
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I go to town on you, beat the crown off you
Beat the clothes off you, tryin' to get the hounds off you
Nigga, fightin' back is only gon' make it worse
I don't respect your little punches, I'ma make it hurt
A cold lead shower, a hot blood bubble bath
Throw him in the acid and get rid of the gooey mess (Yuck)
Turn that nigga into special sauce, chill, lord
I'm not a killer, but you pushin' me to set it off
And I'ma lash out, and I'ma mash out
Laughin', I'm wicked, blow the hash and the kush down
Focus on the bread when niggas try to gaffle me
That's when I treat 'em with force and brutality
My palms keep itchin', my money don't stop
'Cause my work keep clickin', I got it bolt locked
Gang of Indians that smoke the peace pipe dolo
Excuse you 'cause when it's murder, I solo

Word collision, I talk reckless
Position precious stones in the necklace
Little doggy, this is chess, not Tetris
You little cold sore, I spray the Chloraseptic
Relentless aura cryptic, black hoody discus
Ellsworth Bump and the Dutch man back to business
Car bombers, Tommy gun spinnin', bullets spit at a witness
Mix the K2 with the eucalyptus plant
Pistol in hand, rock 'em to sleep like tryptophan
Then douse the weapon in Spic and Span, your triggers jam
I shoot fast like Vinnie the Microwave
Roll a spliff with a Bible, Boogie Board on a tidal wave
Very groovy, prosthetic limbs by Louis
Rap pornographic snuff movie, burn a loosie
Denim durag, Cavalli kufi
The brolic finger ring is excrement, the chain's dookie
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[Part 2]
Motherfuckers (Mmm, yeah)
Yeah

All the time, every time
My gun erupt, my money climb
My bitch fine, I dress clean
But I'm a dirty New Yorker out that killer Queens
I eat good, I rap great
My life is fuckin' awesome, yeah, fuckin' A
I take off, this launch pad
To zero gravity, I float, I don't fall, I can't
So high, it's no coming down
So fly, I just might go south
MIA, water sports
You leave me be or it'll be a holocaust
Homicides, prison time
Hospital emergency when it's dinner time
Eat his skull, eat his spine
He in bad shape, he can't be identified
Bet a nigga never think twice 'cause his first thought'd be don't do it
Bet that bitch slide up and down with her mouth for this thug music

I try to keep everything, period, in reality
I try to keep everything, period, in reality
It's things that take place and I gotta plot the block
You know, somebody sittin' next to me, that's why a movie might
You know, think it's just a regular block
But you know, what I see is, like, when I see the way a kid is walkin' up the block, I try to think about what he thinkin' 'bout
You know what I'm sayin'?
If I see a kid walkin' real slow, I could put it in a, you know, rhyme form