Espionage

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]

Electricity

Ferrari, Testarol, city flowing in and from Sicily

All of my flavors are sorted individually

All of my rings are like ornaments on a Christmas tree

I’m on the brink of extinction

Links sit on a chinchilla mink and I'm still tequila drinkin in my Lincoln

You be slipping in the darkness and sinking

Push the feather cross the parchments for inking

My blood type is royal

I’m working with dirty pollo and night oil, I cool ‘til the pipe boil

Drinking fermented fruit with a slight spoil

I wrap the takeaway packages with a nice foil

I’m gumshoe, my code name is Espionage

At the Taj, at a table getting a neck massage

I never step from out the lodge without a check involved

Insert the needle into the groove and let the wreck revolve

I’m frozen, my cases never solved, never blown

Your rap is hovercraft fidgets, spinners and reggaeton

I’m sprinkling methadone on a cess bone

Disco ball, you shine a light on a Patek stone

Every card in the deck’s thrown

We must act at once

[Interlude]

Paging Dr. Schaffhausen

Go get Dr. Schaffhausen

Dr. Schaffhausen

Doctor please, we need you at once

Doctor!

[Verse 2: Oh No]

Flick in the toothpick

We got it playing like The Blueprint, using a glue stick

I make connections like paper news clips

Goon shit, dirty ass room lit

As Dr. Death in the holy scrubs, rolling shrubs

It’s only nugs, and I don’t go to clubs

I’ll leave that for the youngsters and the thugs

This old man want that old money here to plugs

My nigga, that a touché or toupee?

They move dates and take two with two Ks

For loot crates and break through with hoodies like I’m Luke Cage

We got the read as if we’re swishing through a new page

Closed chapters, take it all with the grain, we pourin Maurten

That’s dumping salt on them like the rain got it storming

Whether or not, whatever you thought

Was all stress, no sweat, you never was hot

We only see you as a legible opp

And I’m a doc that’ll diagnose you back to that medical spot

That’ll lift you with the helicopter sound, ‘bout to threaten your block

Gamble it now, you bet it’s a chop, rrrah!