Don Seymour's Theme - The Alchemist, Midaz

Pick your poison, a pen and paper are pointing at ya

You can bring your boys in and I’ll implore 'em avoid the capture

Voice the rapture rapper create the crying that’s after laughter

After dying at the hands and the feet of velociraptors

(Slacker) Open the book at the second chapter

Replace the first with the verse that I wrote with the tips of daggers

(Cracker) We can converse but the mix that matters

Between us is asinine, it’s the fast design of a master crafter

Encode cryptures that can’t be broken easy

It’s part of the make up of Midaz so if you hope to be me

Negativo, never recorded on your TV’s tivo

No homo, french kiss the beat and thought I’m speaking Creole

What I say is keying knives to keyholes

So we connect connects to intercept between the G code

Throw up your set again, I administer medicine

As a miniature sedatives take a minute to settle in

Repetitive peddling of your armories

Honestly probably the fucking reason faggots never win

Stop me if you’ve heard this one previous

There’s no such thing as smart magic that be Genie Us

I usually plan my weekends to cleavage touch

Weekdays if I feel?

Jack son genie bust

Clap son, feed him love, black sun, eclipse

You not growing up’s why I’m ashamed of you, Cleveland’s son

Jesus, he Damian, demon son

Flaming and I tel him go lick, Greenie son

Aiming at niggas sayings with cadence, kicked out of parties

Of niggas who’s famous for not condoning their fakeness

Villainous calisthenics Alan the Chemist

Fitting lyrics Alan Wrench fitting right in the plan to fit in

(Get it?) Kicking these niggas off their pedestal

Making so when they say that they kick shit they peddle stool

Shit, I’m a killer without a life now

Smelly beer belly drinking Miller Lite for the lifestyle

More exciting than the writings of vikings

I’m your nightkin and with the Alchemist we back for license