God`s Son

Alchemist you know me man<br>I`m the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio<br>soon as I hear the track; you know what I`m sayin?<br>Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today<br>Man I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man<br>I don`t even remember when I was writing these shits<br>or what`s in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man<br>Fuck it check it<br><br>How can I trust you when I can`t trust me?<br>Picture myself a old man a O.G.<br>Some niggas will conversate with liers all day<br>Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin` else)<br>Soul on ice death threats given by clowns<br>I guess livin` is prison when you live around clowns<br>I`m hexed cursed worse I been blessed first<br>I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to<br>So there it is I`ma prince I`ma get slain<br>Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game<br>Ya rhymin` is called "Vagina Monologue"<br>It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue<br>Rarely y`all come in contact with the real<br>Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel<br>Yo said there`s a few left since music`s expressions of life<br>Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes<br><br>Oh shit Tina - I been lookin` for this bitch number damn.<br>No this rhyme is weak..<br>This is week I remember this bullshit right here<br>(My Book of Rhymes)<br>Gandhi was a... what the fu..?<br><br>Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death<br>The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest<br>(I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it`s weak)<br>The money`s ya religion sky the limit live life<br>Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife<br>The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream<br>Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king<br>Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck<br>Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin` for teens is my society<br>Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety<br>Grow up watchin` well dressed niggas with charms<br>Beautiful ladies on their arms<br>Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas<br>Rubbin my lips with Campophenique<br>Still behind the ears wet turned out to be<br>Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares...<br>(Nah that was weak there)<br>My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale<br>Pardon me type in my 2way while I`m chargin` my cell<br>It`s hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty`s real<br>I can`t fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies<br>I see imitators tryin` to make albums spittin` my style<br>And they don`t even realize that I notice they stealing Nas` shit<br>I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie<br>My nina lean on me like Swoop it`s crap this can`t be<br>My book of rhymes<br><br>This can`t be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit!<br>(My Book of Rhymes)<br>Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin` Alchemist?<br>Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah<br>(My Book of Rhymes)<br>I`m tellin` you I`ma come up with some new shit now<br>Fuck that I`ma write again now fuck that<br>I musta been high on some shit mmm what the fuck is this?<br><br>Look how we treat pregnancy women in the `hood<br>Our values so low our values are no good<br>Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded<br>Cause now we need it<br>We older almost able t...<br>I`m jealous of you how come you so beautiful?<br>Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I`m stressin` and shit<br>Aiyo I envy you `cause all you do is smile and things come your way<br>Such a innocent child is what some say<br>I get upset `cause I just want to be treated the way you are<br>Like a star not a worry in this world thus far<br>But wait a minute we both need ya mother`s attention<br>I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant<br>(Kinda crazy)