MORRISSEY (feat. Hit-Boy)

The Alchemist

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    In the first round
    Left hook caught him that time though
    That round at the rack—
    Oh! A big right hand and down goes the former champion
    He was nailed right on the button...
    Uh, uh
    Uh, uh, yeah
    Oh, uh, ah
    Still livin' comfortably
    Yo, uh-huh
    I'm out here, what up?

    On your marks, get set, rev the engines (Vroom)
    Tourin' across the globe, more than twenty-seven missions
    Money made out of plastic, no way to rip it
    Soon as the wire connected, I made a visit
    Sippin' espresso with the pinky out
    Run in a shop and blow everything in the bank account (Gimme that, gimme that)
    You never see these anywhere again
    I'm in a sneaky bag, my watch pocket got a spare ten
    I promised my mama I would excel
    Dirty summers in the dungeon and roses I couldn't smell
    Heaven's Gate spirits lifted me over, I would've fell (But look it)
    Open instrumentals, I cast a shadow and throw a spell
    I do sorcery, I'm just lettin' off the Porsche steam (Pssh)
    Your money dried up like a creek, I got a forest stream
    Meat and potatoes, I don't do too much chorusing (Uh)
    Gave me the penthouse 'cause they thought that I was Morrissey (Yeah, that's me, but look now)
    These are actual events
    Life's a movie and it's packed full of suspense
    I pick a wall and place my back for the defence
    Fate throw the rock, then shake it back with the finesse (Yeah, yeah)
    Professor handle, spread love like a scented candle
    They'll never learn until you set example
    Release the animals from the bullpens and let 'em trample (Run)
    Hide all the records from this maniac, don't let him sample

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    It's black and white just like the keys on a grand piano
    Cheese on my head but the field that we in isn't Lambeau
    I vow to stay ten toes 'til the day that I plateau
    Private meetings at Mastro's, suited up like Sopranos
    It's not a drill, we set for life off creative thoughts
    Watchin' my old interviews, hate how I came across
    I'm either too humble or think they can't fuck with me
    Warrior spirit like I grew up in Dub City
    The universe had decided who couldn't come with me
    If bein' solid a crime, I admit it, I'm guilty

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    Composición: The Alchemist

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