[Intro]

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 writin' these shits

Or what's in these shits, man

Probably a bunch of bullshit, man… fuck it, check it

[Verse 1]

"How can I trust you when I can't trust me?

Picture myself an old man, a O.G.

Some niggas will conversate with liars all day

Time pass—" (Nah, let me 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'm a prince, I'm against lames

Who do minor shit, swear they on the top of they game

Your 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

[Break]

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 fuck?

[Verse 2]

"Gandhi was a fool, nigga, fight to the death

The US Army is a school that teach you plights of conquest"

(I wonder when I wrote this… nah, it's weak)

"If money's your religion, sky's 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, thieves

Murderers with hard luck, addicts and fiends

Prostitutes passin' for teens – it's 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

Rubbin' my lips with Campho-Phenique – 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 two-way 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 tryna make albums

Spittin' my style and they don't even realize that I notice they stealin' 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

[Break]

This can't be my book of rhymes, writin' this bullshit!

(My book of rhymes)

Nah, neva that! Fuck that!

Aw, why you laughin', Alchemist?

Hah, you a funny nigga...

Naw, yeah... (My book of rhymes)

I'm tellin' you, I'ma come up with some new shit now

Fuck that! I'ma write again now, fuck that!

I musta been high, or some shit… what the fuck is this?!

[Verse 3]

"Look how we treat pregnancy, women in the hood

Our value's so low, our values are no good

Things our mothers told us we should've heeded

'Cause now we need it

We older, almost able t—"

"I'm jealous of you, how come you so beautiful?

Smellin' fresh, youthful,–intelligent

While I'm stressin' and shit

Ayo, I envy you ‘cause all you do is smile at things come your way

"Such an 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 your mother's attention

I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant" (Ah-ha, kinda crazy)