Alchemy

[Intro: Blueprint] Yeah Shit-talk extraordinaire Print-motherfucking-matic I got like eight bars to kill Time to spill I'm in the place with motherfuckin' Aes Rizzle Aes-Riggidy-Rock You know what I'm saying? Cryptic One, the engineer, obsession right here Uh huh Like this [Verse 1: Blueprint] I spit with an immense amount of power Sparks flame showers, cowards, cower, underneath our Storm clouds that indicate the acid rain hours Now or, never, ever, ending on a bad note Ripping a crab's throat, for spitting a bad quote (Blueprint what's your approach?) I smash black folk and white folk alike for jokes with mics And make a Kodak moment out of the most boring open mic I'll make a sad fan appreciate rap again Fuck around and forget just how whack it's been I'm a bad man (Why's that?) I catch bullets in my molars, body slam boas And take flight with the weight of the world on my shoulders And play David Blaine on any chains that hold us What started out as food for thought Turned into thoughts to turnin' crews into food in hopes to satisfy my Insatiable appetite to dine on lifeforms, small planets and satellites Your solar system is my condiment; I vomit comets, and don't sweat the small things and nonsense Every dog has his day and even more so in rhyming So I decided that I'd never play the fire hydrant Or grab the mic sounding lazy, worn down and tired; Cats don't really fall off they just get uninspired But before you, get a reason to ever diss us I'll drop an ill LP and disappear like Bobby Fischer But this is, the building block of all that is And what it is, is Alchemy [Chorus: Aesop Rock & Blueprint] Alchemy, basic with a touch of wild wonder Alchemy, we made this to take your style under Metal frame, walking through a metal game with a limp, tight grip Determined not to let time slip This is Alchemy, iron b-boy and all its glory Alchemy, hold it from the colder sob story Metal frame, walking through a metal game with a limp; tight grip Determined not to let time slip [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] (Ah) Dirty (dirty) destiny; Burden murders with a burnt version of peasantry Nervous clerks flirtin' with hurly burly chemistry Graffiti burner urchin merging with a certain herd to jerk and serve your centerpiece My zig-zag bully balance gallops with a fiery outline bound and bomb y'all pastel poets belly up (I'll tell you what) Born style in 4 dimensions count 'em: Three to take 'em to ya muck, one to build a world you'll never touch and I'm a pilot Delirium, serum, poison arrangement Come browse through an idyllic storm and suck the raw enslavement With a grim-style stinger creeping out the basement Encased in wild ritualistic visions of sacrificial bitch cadence For all my iron giant soldiers with a metal fist up shielding mother nature From a fatal wrist cut, story, I respect you (So why they blaming you for the cats that sleep while the earth turns?) Yeah I had em' up all night praying I'd re-release Music For Earthworms Breathe even or lean squeamish, grip milestone like ring ring ring I just called to scream phoenix click dial tone Welcome to a cloud 12 brutal hallucination war pillar Carnivore, carnival, karma slasher I dash like a jackrabbit that orbits revelation with a single pounce To Edward Scissorhands your string of doubts and turn it out This is that Mighty Casey homefield advantage to bend your blizzard With a crocodile smile and five robot knuckles to your kisser This is [Chorus: Aesop Rock & Blueprint] Alchemy, basic with a touch of wild wonder Alchemy, we made this to take your style under Metal frame, walking through a metal game with a limp, tight grip Determined not to let time slip This is Alchemy, iron b-boy and all its glory Alchemy, hold it from the colder sob story Metal frame, walking through a metal game with a limp; tight grip Determined not to let time slip