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