Book of Rhymes

Alchemist you know me man I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio Soon as I hear the track; you know what I'm sayin? 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 boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these shits Or what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man Fuck it check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man a O.G Some niggas will conversate with liars all day Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin' else) Soul on ice, death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is I'mma prince I'm against lames Who do minor shit swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh shit Tina - I been lookin' for this bitch number damn No this rhyme is weak.. This is weak I remember this bullshit right here (My Book of Rhymes) Gandhi was a... what the fu..? Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak) The money's ya religion sky the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbing my lips with Campophenique 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 or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell 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 spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My nina lean on me like Scoob and 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 neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin' Alchemist? Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah (My Book of Rhymes) I'm tellin' you I'mma come up with some new shit now Fuck that I'mma write again now fuck that I musta been high on some shit mmm 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 mothers told us we shoulda heeded Cause now we need it We older almost able t... I'm jealous of you. How come you so beautiful? Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit Ayo, I envy you cause all you do is smile and things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset cause 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 ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy)