Muffler Lung

[Verse 1: The Alchemist] They categorize the way that I'm rappin' as classical Pop out a hole and I'm smashin' your dome like I'm playin' a game of Whac-a-Mole Two Phillies together, I fill 'em with lettuce like tuna inside of a casserole I'ma steamroller you flat like the seat when I fly international One nation under God with liberty and justice Attachments on the musket, I fiddle the adjustments Two mill' on the neck so they grill me at customs On the A-Team like B.A. Baracus, big paper pockets Feast your eyeballs on all the spoils when I fishbowl and get major optics Might as well go in the booth, remove you from your duty and shoot a movie Heat up the jets in a Jacuzzi, I'm gettin' groovy Rappers already know the outcome when they steppin' to me Ever since this Lord put this breath into me, I'm collectin' everything that's destined to me Count your blessings, man your battleship and mount your weapons Muffler lung, I'm blowin' smoke to the heavens and throwin' sevens [Interlude] Muffler lungs, haha Take a X-ray, nigga Muffler? Muffler lung [Refrain: The Alchemist] Ayo, I got smoke, you got smoke We could all smoke 'til the lungs get broke Smoke 'til the lungs get broke We could all smoke 'til the lungs get broke [Verse 2: Oh No] What's up? I'm on your turf, dog, on the earth, dog Diggin' holes in the dirtyard, as bombs drop and it shines more than Herzog That's a old chin check card dope, where the pilots fly aggressive I'm skywritin' a text that impressive You find that kind of message is an unavoidable threat that's stuntin' your vision Boy, if you listen close, you'll hear your lungs revvin' up like an F1 engine You inconsistent with your brake suspension, and didn't listen So the price quickly ascended for my clique's attention In a pit stop where the pit stop's on point Like a pitchfork in the pitch dark, get your wig sparked for that tick tock Watch the big loss on the O Block, there ain't no chip offs I'm with Michael Vick dogs, your big bossman is a cop ripoff Now wrestle that thought in the junkyard We're preppin' in the kitchen, choppin' that dumb raw The fiends shop without a lunch card This contact is nuclear power plant When the smoke's inhaled, you know it well It's lit from the gassin' and tell 'em "Choke in hell" Tell 'em, "Choke in hell" Yeah, choke