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    (We ain't goin' nowhere)
    Yeah
    (We ain't goin' nowhere)
    Yeah
    This shit sounds like when the gates of hell open, nigga
    It's that: Mad Max Beyond The Thunderdome, shit
    (We ain't goin' nowhere)
    (We ain't goin' nowhere)
    Devilish
    Alchemist
    Marci
    There boy, Marc baby
    Yeah this shit feelin' like the Reaper in the room
    Shit gets dark
    Like Death pullin' up
    Can you fuck with me? Never
    Last days shit
    Yeah
    Like when the sand of an hourglass is runnin' out
    Yeah
    Motherfucker

    Yo, swingin' swords got finger sores
    The source is leakin' from my pores
    Left the port with these Puerto Rican broads
    My deepest thoughts is the secrets of peace and war
    I'm on top of the heat, y'all beneath
    Can not compete in the sport
    Cop a seat, form a line to speak with the boss
    I'm a dominant elite
    The queens like how much my semen cost
    Ride the cleanest Porsche
    Prolly in sneakers y'all never seen before
    Obviously I'm eatin' quite decently I don't need y'all support
    For y'all to get on the feast I'm the key to the door
    While my Hennessy was being poured
    All my demons were torched
    My genes was reinforced by me pingin' off on a cerebral horse
    Indeed the Lord he dipped me in seasoning salt
    Don't push me I will put hands and feet on a whore
    My mini mansion is so clean you can eat off the floor
    Peep the decor, the liquor's imported from Singapore
    The last of my enemies she saw was meat on the sword
    Safe to say we chopped it up a bit
    The choppa dump intense tear the bumper of the trunk of ya Benz
    Crash and hit the storefront, the business was crushed to bits
    The hood of the trunk, it was sunken in
    Like the cheeks on a fiend from suckin' a stem
    Thin look like Skeleton covered in skin
    The kid spotted you
    In the scrubs I was bustin' a Pis' Juggler slit
    Whoever think they fuckin' with this go and jump off a cliff
    Nigga

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    Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp
    (We ain't goin' nowhere)
    (We ain't goin' nowhere)
    (We ain't goin' nowhere)
    (We ain't goin' nowhere)

    Yeah, yo
    They tried to mine my talents like diamonds by the carat
    Knew I was savage soon as I climbed out the barracks
    Wine in the chalice, I'm in the Sahara with Arabs
    I'm too arrogant for Donna Karan
    I only respond if the bag is massive
    Hov gave me a dap
    Right afterwards he stabbed Un in the abdomen
    I jumped in a cab with an African
    No cap I'm just takin' it back a bit
    The passage that was written on the tablet I crafted it with a pick
    What my image is can't be captured in the pit
    I'm on the same pill Bradley had in: Limitless
    This the pen that printed Schindler's list
    I might stick the shiv in your appendix and twist
    Finish my dinner, we had spinach and fish
    I sip the Cris my bitches french kiss
    Adventurous my fingertips bent on the end of the cliff
    I'm still the shit no matter which way the pendulum swing
    The ship went adrift and hit Gilligan's wave
    Gotta lift the yay with a shipping crane
    Shit had the strip lookin like a traditional Christmas day
    Turn your living space to camp Crystal Lake
    Might pistol whip you to the base until the nickel plated breaks
    Pimp I'm in a whole different space
    I'm in a distant place you can't come visit my cave
    I'm hidden
    My nigga this is where the wizard stays
    Shit is laced
    Like something that the late Prince graced
    Sometimes I pinch myself in Disbelief
    Ow

    I can't believe this shit, nigga
    Huh crazy, huh
    You know where I'm from, nigga?
    (We ain't going' nowhere)
    (We ain't going' nowhere)
    Six fifty five, nigga
    (We ain't going' nowhere)
    (We ain't going' nowhere)

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    Composición: The Alchemist

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