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The Alchemist

Alan Daniel Maman (born October 25, 1977), better known as The Alchemist, is an American hip hop producer, DJ and rapper, who hails from Beverly Hills, California. After rising to prominence in the late 1990s as a close associate of Dilated Peoples and Mobb Deep, he went on to produce for many of hip hop's leading artists in the 2000s, and has been hailed as one of the genre's leading producers. He is currently working as a DJ with Eminem and is also signed to his label Shady Records. His earlier nickname was "Mudfoot", in the times of The Whooliganz. more »

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Who knows better than you? Detroit
Where we at? I'd like to say

We come through like Green Beret Marines 
(R-r-r rah) fully auto submachine rifle with
The laser beam
Can't believe everything you hear
But I'ma have to
Yeah, I want 'em, tell 'em pull up
I'm on Belvedere and Gratiot
Old school mint-condition, be careful
Try not to scratch it (yeah)
Well aware of my surroundings
Know I'm tuggin' on the metal
On, my young buls thuggin' on another level
Whole block snaggletooth
But we got money in the ghetto
Narcs flickin' niggas left and right
Raidin' with no search warrant (None)
Rival gang members in the neighborhood
Turf-warrin' (Drum)
None of this shit came overnight
I had to work for it
Now your bitch tryna ride my wave
Might let her surfboard (Ride the wave)
Payin' my ticket in that bando
Was my first mortgage
Never turned my back on the streets
Instead I turned towards it
(Who knows better than you?)
Bro don't need no bond money
He just wanna hear my voice
Nickel nine on me
I call this a souvenir from Royce

Here's lookin' at you, kiddo
I cry tears just wishin' that you was here
Bro without you here
Got me feeling like a weirdo
Can't get took from my kids
Leave my wife behind a widow (Bless)
Can't trust a soul
Sleep with toast under my pillow
So right 'fore I get ghost, she
Said she love me, I'm like, "ditto"
(Ditto)
Don't think these niggas got the memo
Or listened to my demo

Open cases in Tuscaloosa, did a yick a week
Tryna have patience with this music
Really in the street (Mafia)
Plug in Belize raised the ticket, I'm like
"Goodness grief"
Proof-of-purchase guaranteed
But this shit don't come with receipts
(I swear)
Pulled off some shit you wouldn't think
By the skin of my teeth
Torched the ride, ditched the piece
Then wiped myself down with some bleach
(Wipe me down)
My B-more niggas young and scandalous
Free that nigga
Judge hit him with everything
But the kitchen sink (Free my guy)
Niggas gettin' cooked for drug dealing
Breakin' even-Steve
They threw the book at my young nigga
He can't even read
Fightin' for his freedom, lost Malik
He was a demon seed
That was just karma comin' back
From all my evil deeds
Slid down on dawg, that's tobogganin'
Left him hobblin'
I run with ConCreatures, gargoyles
And hobgoblins (227)
Ran him down, stood over him
Don't do no squabblin'
A nigga touch a hair on Blocks
We gon' pollute the oxygen

Here's lookin' at you, kiddo
I cry tears just wishin' that you was here
Bro without you here
Got me feeling like a weirdo
Can't get took from my kids
Leave my wife behind a widow
Can't trust a soul
Sleep with toast under my pillow (Strapped)
So right 'fore I get ghost, she
Said she love me, I'm like, "ditto"
(Love you, too)
Don't think these niggas got the memo
Or listened to my demo

Blockworks who knows better than you?

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