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[Intro: The Alchemist]

Sell me this pen

Haha

Shit

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]

Run through the wringer with my bros

Can't even count the years in this game on my fingers and my toes

I don't get open dancing on stage, I bring it to a close

Make a sandwich out of my knuckles and bring it to your nose

Mink black, the link Turkish

I wasn't randomly selected, I was chose to serve a purpose

On many levels, you still scratching the surface

Machine's working, I'm wrapping packages for purchase

Speed in a German auto, not with the frivolous convo

I'm in a drop rocking a hooded poncho

Talking out your ass, something I put my foot in pronto

Not the GOAT, but the way I float, it got my name put in the convo

Codename: Spy Hunter, I'm fly for the summer

Pockets thick like 22 plied lumber

Make a spectacle, observe me while I'm doing my numbers

Fadeaways with the tongue out when I'm shooting my jumpers

[Verse 2: Evidence]

Fuck, bigger picture, if I rhyme, it's just coincidence

These are God's words given to my brain on top of instruments

Filtered through a brush, so when I paint it's never settling

It's reggae roots, rock, or watch Roots rock “Adrenaline”

Fuck the rhetoric of any lies attached to me

Assassinate my character with rumors and the blasphemy

Truth's crushed to the earth and then it rises

While the working-late doctor working late with no surprises

I sell 'em stories, I don't tell 'em the end

Only person in this building who could sell 'em this pen (Sell me this pen)

Say it slow one time and never say it again

'Cause your day might... and you never know... when

This my shot, no chase

Either get briefed to the Evidence or there ain't no case

Still rock it off my hand so there ain't no trace

I've been around the planet but there ain't no place

[Verse 3: Mach-Hommy]

[Outro: Evidence]

I'm wondering whether or not to go to France next week

Yeah, they said it, they said it's a French word

Evidence, huh, they like my name here though

Excuse me, can I have uh-

Can I get a panini and a Americano, for Evidence?

Same for me, thank you very much, they love that shit

Merci

Yo, give her a tip, man, she's singing her fucking heart out

Alright

Uh

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

We gotta come back here