ALC Theme

You know what that is?

Oh, that's that ALC shit

Yup

That A to the motherfuckin' L to the fuckin' C straight

Fire from the depths of hell to the fuckin' street

A status never caught a L looking you can see

Baggin' bitches give a hell, cause I got the G-A-level chiba

When I'm over, I'm the T-Roof, when I spit it out in the B-Oof

I get loose off the Grey Goose, mixed with the J-Oops

I be W-Allen, nobody smilin', rep the W-S-Coach, New York to Long Island

You can T-L from the J-Ump, I ain't a P-Ump

I was raised off a P-Funk, gettin' blazed and debunked

I'm C-Razy, little threats don't P-H-A's me

Pop raised me to step up to any chump that plays me

Fuck dry snitchin', droppin' D-Omp to the C-Ops

It's T-Omn and D-Rop, that classic street hop

Like C4, blow the P-Lase, the D-A, gotta throw out the case

Cause I blew the spot without a T-Race

There's no S-Toppin', I keep it poppin'

Keep wreckin' C-Hoppin' like bird shit, I keep D-Roppin'

Play the sideline, W-Watchin' and C-Lockin'

Cause it's my time, nobody stoppin' the B-Lockin'

I keep it poppin' type of shit you don't see often

I G-Off until I'm rustin' in a C-Offin'

Yeah!

Until then, nothin' can stop how we do it

To the motherfuckin', to the fuckin'

Fire from the depths of hell to the fuckin'

Status never caught up, lookin' you cause

Baggin' bitches, give them hell, cause I got the G-A

K-G-R comin' with fully lowered C-Lips

Bangin' like the C-Rips, mokin' for hollow T-Ips

Delay you in your C-Rips, the G-Rips shit for the G-Rips

Niggas strictly about a C-Hips

Yappin' your scratchin' back, use a B-Hips

Bajaj can't do shit like that

Bajaj can't do shit like that

Bajaj can't do shit like that

Bajaj can't do shit like that

Bajaj can't do shit like that

Sensitive little C-Lips

It's K-G-R, run up on the C-R, can spark back

For metal J-Actors, niggas spit them all at me

Never leave these parts without S-T-R-A-V-I-N-G

See me par, you gonna need C-P-R-A-C-I-O-N

I be somewhere far, niggas C-A-R-D-A-S-H-I-N

For the C-Header, Duke and P-H-D-C-L-E-V-E-R

Hear me bang better than B-A-Redders

With Don P-C-N-Devors and V-8-R-E-V-E-R

And I bet you would love to put them under D-8 pressure

But you can lay it on the P-8, dramatic stretcher

Kinetic energy in this P-89, a stretcher

I bet you this shit won't be a big F-E-S-T-R

Niggas better strap an Army V-S-T-R

Or get they C-H-E-S-T messed up

It's a gun, son, it's a gun

A to the motherfuckin' L to the fuckin' C-Straight

Fire from the depths of hell to the fuckin' Street A

Status never caught a L, lookin' you cause C-State

Baggin' bitches, give them hell cause I got the G-State

A, level Chiba in the L, when I'm over C

C-A-L-L

The Alchemist Slayer

The Alchemist Slayer

What is this stupid shit?

Yo, oh, look at this

Who's he?

Alchemist

PC

Dude kiss

Push it to your clips

Snoop Dogg

Okay