Book Of Rhymes

Alchemist, you know me, man
 I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio
 Soon as I hear the track, you know what I'm sayin'?
 Word, but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today
 Man, I found these shits up in the crib, man in boxes, man
 I don't even remember when I was writing these shits
 Or what's in these shits, man, probably a bunch of bullshit
 Fuck it, check it
 How can I trust you when I can't trust me?
 Picture myself, a old man, a OG
 Some niggas will conversate with liers all-day
 Time pass- (nah, lemme start somethin' else)
 Soul on-ice, death threats given by clowns
 I guess livin' is prison, when you live around clowns
 I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been blessed first
 I thought I was abnormal, 'cause I would overcome any tasked called to
 So there it is, I'm a prince, I'ma get slain
 Some do minor shit, swear they on the top of they game
 Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue"
 It kinda supports theories of scary niggas, who should lie in the morgue
 Rarely, y'all come in contact with the real
 Since Pun passed, he was the last shine of sun I could feel
 Yo, said there's a few left since music's expressions of life
 Damn, I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes
 Oh, shit, Tina, I been lookin' for this bitch number, damn
 No, this rhyme is weak
 This is weak, I remember this bullshit right here
 (My Book of Rhymes)
 Gandhi was a-, what the fu-?
 Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death (uh)
 The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest
 (I wonder when I wrote this, nah, it's weak)
 The money's ya religion, sky the limit live life
 Numbers is big business, makes the poor live trife
 The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream
 Through your existence, become wealthy knowledge is king
 Pimps and card sharks thieves, murderers with hard luck
 Addicts and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my society
 Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety
 Grow up watchin' well-dressed niggas with charms
 Beautiful ladies on their arms
 Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas
 Rubbin' my lips with Campophenique
 Still behind the ears, wet turned out to be
 Pioneers vets' amongst hustlers, crack sellers and liars and squares
 (Nah, that was weak there)
 My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale
 Pardon me type in my two-way while I'm chargin' my cell
 It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real
 I can't fight you 'cause you would sue me, niggas be groupies
 I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style
 And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit
 I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie
 My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's crap this can't be
 My book of rhymes
 This can't be my book of rhymes, writin' this bullshit!
 (My book of rhymes)
 Nah, never that, fuck that, aw, why you laughin' Alchemist?
 Huh, you a funny nigga, now, yeah
 (My book of rhymes)
 I'm tellin' you, I'ma come up with some new shit now (I'ma start something-)
 Fuck that, I'ma write again, now fuck that
 I musta been high on some shit, hmm, what the fuck is this?
 Look how we treat pregnancy women in the hood
 Our values so low, our values are no good
 Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded
 'Cause now we need it
 We older almost able t-
 I'm jealous of you, how come you so beautiful?
 Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent, while I'm stressin' and shit
 Ayo, I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way
 "Such a innocent child" is what some say
 I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are
 Like a star, not a worry in this world thus far
 But wait a minute, we both need ya mother's attention
 I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant, uh
 (Kinda crazy)