Junkyard Fight Scene - The Alchemist, Durag Dynasty

Since birth I’ve been repping the turf, the dark shadow verse

Shallow Hal, bleeding pen pal, I need to see it first

Intangible, blow wig, manageable, nod, eat the chief

Blow the steam, blow the Ox out, she want my piece of tea

My fiends feed off the lead off pitcher

Pitch a no hitter, bleed off the scene I sent ya

It goes baby mini Mac, spitting similac seizure

The house, the car, the baby sitter, amnesia

Invented by the bullshit I twitted, follow me close

I’ll lead you to my office of murder, gatting at those

Flamingos, Pablo Costo with all the gringos

A Starr like Ringo, my shots like free throws

Shivering in they boots, with is destitute

Like the scripture of the garden of eden forbidden fruit

The roots are resolute, high definition

Needing no repetition, fancy bitches in high boots

Thinking is digital, smokescreen sneak attack, mind like water

Bone crusher, blood spiller, what you think of that?

Coming up with all types of shit

I don’t even write no more I just let Dr. Dre write my shit

My squad is impossible odds

With the posture of God, shocked by high tropical charge

We blow skittles, coke dribble, wrote riddles and quotes

Army cold killers of the Coast, popping the most

My stee' is to get the pot cooking, catch you slipping

And hop up out the bushes when you not looking

What you tryna prove, you just a molecule

I drop charcoal and start barbecuing all of you

Artists marching, parched and we taught 'em the article

No comicals, we just body niggas, promise you

Flow tiller, killer gorilla, Godzilla

Peel a onion head nigga for scrilla, no filler

Thriller, moonwalk, mashed potato, Clark Gable

Stable, two step shatter and strangle, gold cable dangle

Durag under the fitted, gold kitted

Spit it special at a diva delicious, blowing kisses

This is pure pathetic, fresh phonetics

Style embedded from arrogant rock, don’t sweat it

Let it, simmer and sit, my glimmering gift

Curse niggas with a present now you swimming in shit

Shit, it’s the Backwoods, military, cobra khan

Twisted off of monkey brains, dumping out the firearms

Get your riot on, Rodney King

Rock heavy bling and break Cali out of the bing

We the illest, cocaine crack rap concealers

Mac Millers, ready to clap at wack niggas