Minnesota Fats Lyrics – The Alchemist

[Intro: The Alchemist]
Doctor
(Hold on, hold up)
El Doctor, what the f**k? (Yeah, this that)
El Chemico (Ah, sh!t)
What’s goin’ on?
Rev the engines up (What’s goin’ on?)
Come on (What the f**k is goin’ on?)
Ayo, check it (Uh, uh)

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
Two dukes of Hazzard getting pissy drunk (Woo)
Hanging out the moonroof with a magnum, got on Stewie’s pampers
Tell the concierge which rooms to send the Louis baggage
Lay your hand on the money, that sh!t exploded, I booby-trapped it
Me and my duke back in the room rappin’, I’m talkin’, who’s askin’? (Yes)
I’m moonwalkin’, movin’ backwards in a smooth fashion
On the record, I let cojones drag (Drag), cheese like Macaroni Kraft
Father forgive me, I’m in a holy blag (Father forgive me)
Blessings, blessings, no more stressing (Blessed, blessed, blesssed)
You’re depressing, mailed hair straighteners for the pressing
The cloud of smoke look like a Chevy muffler
Christian artist, yeah, a trucker, silk button up with a Searsucker
You a girly man, you really soft, you just appear tougher
He’s a phony from beard down to his veneer structure (Fssh)
I’m grinning from ear to ear, had every whip I could ever care to stare (All of ’em)
Pull ’em three of a kind, I never shared a pair (He’s a villainous person)
I’m a grinch, I’ll ruin your dinner
Versatile, I play the two guard and the center
Minnesota Fats, strike the cue ball in the middle

[Segue: Action Bronson]
f**k, man
It’s too much pressure (Get me out)
Relieve the pressure
Doctor help me, doctor
f**kin’ big papa pump (Show ’em)

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
My bag development (Uh) volcanic with the act development
Explode like many shotties that got the pellets in it (Uh-huh)
I pledge allegiance to the fellowship (I pledge allegiance)
Fire that I started with these hands keepin’ the kettle lit (Uh)
Pour a tea out, serve the eldest first (Uh-huh)
United Arab Emirates, Presidential Rollies (Uh) playin’ goalie on the turf (Uh)
Without a shirt on (No shirt)
sh!t been poppin’ since the Nextel chirp chirp, a M3 with the skirt on
Charbroiled chicken with the jerk sauce (Uh-huh)
Swerve off (Yeah), left arm still like Clayton Kershaw
Sell Cocodrillo Turbo (It’s me), splash your face with the liquid from the [?] (Uh)
One-inch punch to the sternum (Uh), f**k it

[Verse 3: Big Body Bes]
Uh
Back out the zoo
Bullets out the wahoo
Ooh-woo, woo-woo, woo, woo
Ayo, [?], I’m back on it
Girbaud jeans, uh
Shootouts in my dreams
Yes, nothing light
A man of many miracles
Shoot him then deal with him later
Uh, thirty-seven deep in the elevator
God forgive who?

[Outro]
I took a kid and cut off his eyelids
Killin’ him slow so he could see what I did
Ain’t no fear, my blood feel good, sh!t is hot
My sh!t don’t never skip a beat, n!gga, you know what I’m sayin’?