MORRISSEY

[Intro: Bob Sheridan & The Alchemist]

In the first round

Left hook caught him that time though

That round at the rack—

Oh! A big right hand and down goes the former champion

He was nailed right on the button...

Uh, uh

Uh, uh, yeah

Oh, uh, ah

Still livin' comfortably

Yo, uh-huh

I'm out here, what up?

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]

On your marks, get set, rev the engines (Vroom)

Tourin' across the globe, more than twenty-seven missions

Money made out of plastic, no way to rip it

Soon as the wire connected, I made a visit

Sippin' espresso with the pinky out

Run in a shop and blow everything in the bank account (Gimme that, gimme that)

You never see thеse anywhere again

I'm in a snеaky bag, my watch pocket got a spare ten

I promised my mama I would excel

Dirty summers in the dungeon and roses I couldn't smell

Heaven's Gate spirits lifted me over, I would've fell (But look it)

Open instrumentals, I cast a shadow and throw a spell

I do sorcery, I'm just lettin' off the Porsche steam (Pssh)

Your money dried up like a creek, I got a forest stream

Meat and potatoes, I don't do too much chorusing (Uh)

Gave me the penthouse 'cause they thought that I was Morrissey (Yeah, that's me, but look now)

These are actual events

Life's a movie and it's packed full of suspense

I pick a wall and place my back for the defence

Fate throw the rock, then shake it back with the finesse (Yeah, yeah)

Professor handle, spread love like a scented candle

They'll never learn until you set example

Release the animals from the bullpens and let 'em trample (Run)

Hide all the records from this maniac, don't let him sample

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]

It's black and white just like the keys on a grand piano

Cheese on my head, but the field that we in isn't Lambeau

I vow to stay ten toes 'til the day that I plateau

Private meetings at Mastro's, suited up like Sopranos

It's not a drill, we set for life off creative thoughts

Watchin' my old interviews, hate how I came across

I'm either too humble or think they can't fuck with me

Warrior spirit like I grew up in Dub City

The universe had decided who couldn't come with me

If bein' solid a crime, I admit it, I'm guilty