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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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(Never too far)
Took the haze to church, Frankincense and Myrrh
The whole thing was a blur
Laughed at first, niggas politics absurd
I ain't even answer, just let the weed burn
Unconcerned (you bring the stars out)

Spray ya perm 
Armand Hammer: Hagler N' Hearns
Shorted 'em like Bear Stearns
It's not an aberration, this how it work
Chuckled at the investigation, niggas is nerds
Cook the books with the bookworms (oh, word?)
Iridescent blackness
Is this performative or praxis?
Are we talking about practice? (We talkin' about practice, man)
Rock the kufi backwards
Magic Negro, Wesley Snipes' taxes
Dark inside the Ibex with two ratchets
African accents, American names like Dave and Patrick (you bring the stars out)
Game is the game, just gotta change tactics (to light the night up)
Revolvers to automatics, back to revolvers
Nothing is static
Black Bastards, negro humor, laugh in a casket
Yellow teeth, incisors flashin'
Some nights the sun shines, just gotta catch it

Could all the world, could all the world
Could all the world, could all the world

(Never too far)
Smile, niggas
Trials rendered in my full expression
Stressors
Pressure cooking then I got your message, blessing
Honor self, picking pockets, finding joy (you bring the stars out)
Blowing off the lint
Ayy, ayy, ayy, with all that binds
We deserve to be up out of our minds
Black prioritize
Cup runneth over what the heart provides
I got five on my shoulder, drawing closer
In these darkened times
Pardon mine, target guarded eyes (far from my heart)
Free the captors, sliding through her gap tooth
Might not be no after
I yield to where the path pulls
Ooh, it's gon' getcha, caught up in the snafu
I don't want the riff, blood (you bring the stars out)
I don't wanna explain self
I don't wanna constrict love (to light the night up)
I wanna grow kale
I ain't never hoed myself to make the song sell, sell, ayy

Could all the world, could all the world smile, nigga?

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