[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Yeah, yo

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Ayo my cocaine's whiter than Colgate

And when Christ come, I'mma go relocate

Finish off them dimes, big slabs of crack lighting my gangsta's will

Bury me at the plate in Bronx Bombers' field

Give my young guards the four horses

My baby girls get the pink Porches

Dookie gems and they're all gorgeous

King Tone had a mean fortress

A French maid blowin' me down like Fara Fawcett

My gun collection is big in the Adolf section

My little mini me, he bump off the Mexicans

Mostly known for my earlobe

Four million dollar disco ball, shit dope

My wrist cut bang glass on the crystal floor

At Club Shiznit with romy roam just came home

Violate a parole selling cell phones, with a Snoop Dogg perm

His brother puffs sherm through two and big worm

[Hook 2X: The Alchemist]

Weight, my my my money fold up

Uh, my my my pockets swolled up

Say what, say what, just roll up

What's the hold up, unload and reload up

[Prevail]

Hell fire (hell fire), Hamburger Hill shell fire

Kill quiet like a knife on the front line, private

Live riot stage show, verse burn, flamethrow

Overthrow, take over, name known around the globe

King cobra, poison slow fang, jungle overgrown

Wu-Tang, Ghostface, Alchemist killing the song

Top billing, feeling famous, chopping heads, rock iller

[Madchild]

Comic villain on painkillers watching Good Fellas

Dancing in the dungeon all by myself

I say I think I'm going crazy, that's a cry for help

My phone don't ring but get sexy text messages

Gun under my couch, thoughts of bitches mud wrestling

Me I'm just chillin' with killers at my disposal

I have a feeling you will accept my proposal

Put another dime in the jukebox, I love rock 'n roll

Bulletproof vest, Glock, lock 'n load

[Hook 2X: The Alchemist]

Weight, my my my money fold up

Uh, my my my pockets swolled up

Say what, say what, just roll up

What's the hold up, unload and reload up

[The Alchemist]

Rap zombie I'm controlled by powers beyond me

I go from the drum machine straight to the DVD

To the hard drive, to the G5, to the computer screen

To the lab through the speakers to the pens and the pads

To the science, to the math, to the vocab

Straight to the vocal booth, to the mic, back to that old rap

Through the speakers to the place where your heart and your soul at

Drop out the drums, rough mix, straight to the work that

Bounce the track to disc format and then burn that

To the CD, we take it to the truck where the systems at

Make sure the bass hit like a thunderclap

Then I double back to the lab fast like I was running laps

I freeze, back to the Digi D to an MP3

Through the internet freeway, straight to the DJ

Straight to the radio, constant airplay

I gotta keep food on my plate

So I'm moving that

[Hook 2X: The Alchemist]

Weight, my my my money fold up

Uh, my my my pockets swolled up

Say what, say what, just roll up

What's the hold up, unload and reload up