Gutter Water

[Intro] Being transported to a new and separate reality [Verse 1: The Alchemist] Now watch how I’m flipping things I’m the man behind the scene pulling the puppet strings Married to the rap game without a diamond ring Keep it a hundred percent authentic, I’m not a ring.. Tone rapper that’s candy apple super sweet My flow filthy like gutter water on dirty streets Bang on the machines and bang out a beat Get fans out of the seats, wake people that are sleeping out of their dreams Can’t tell where I cut it, there’s no seams Back like I got a score to settle, I’m on another level I stutter step with the pebble just like the running rebels Fuck the current direction of rap, I’m the exception 40 cake, records raw with no protection while a chain swing (Name of the beast) Gangrene Make Gs, money like hoes, no chasing em, I make em chase me Custodian of streets I sweep Drama king when it come to this music it’s not a thing (I radiate) Next to the Sun I’m the hottest thing on the planet Hands dirty from working like a mechanic Under the hood, animal I’m up to no good [Verse 2: Oh No] For anybody that don’t understand Underestimate the class, won’t pass like an undergrad Under that, I reign like thunderclaps Storm through like Tom Clancy without a gat But the team strapped make niggas ease back Spit raw uranium, y’all don’t wanna see that Radioactive to radios active My radius is massive, radiate classic Material, ride, bang in my stereo You’re looking for the the real, tell 'em (here we go) Gangrene, cut off the bad limbs, back to some mad men madness Jeru, Wrath of the Mathematics Mike the masterful back at it With ALC, even his fiends wanna get a crack at it Like crack addicts deep addiction is like black magic But this friction will cause more damage Cause we more savage, a beast with more patterns Than patches on the front and back of some old jackets From the old Jacksons it’s the newest crackhead Rollers wishing to see what’s happening [Verse 3: Raekwon] Explosive bullets, most will fall off in your wholesome hoodie Sit there staring in your eye, toast of Phillie Court time rhyming with Big Willie Sharing his wood colour, BBDs onto the hood brother Spit phlegm, jumped in, we know when to hit men Every other optional flow gets the clip then Blow for a second, be back and then come get men Clap cleaner all my ratchets Wolverine screener Sipping Zima in a Beamer, flow chemo Rap name Reemo, last Gambino, assed in greeno Greenish, bitch driving Filipino Gun in your mouth, don’t laugh at me Don’t even laugh with me, got 40 clips and a staff with me