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