Judas Lyrics – The Alchemist
“Take a walk”
“I gotta change the reel”
“I said *** off!”
Ayo (brrrr)
Ayo
*** these niggas yo
Ayo
Three shots left his stomach out (boom, boom, boom)
Dome-ass ***, these ain’t coming out
Niggas tying rope around your fam yo
With shooters so *** the *** won’t land yo
Wrist a hundred grand yo
All gold stove every wall got a Van Gogh
Whipped the work, so incredible
Fiend got the pack bit it open like its edible Lord
SB skater on a hater
Phantom on Fairfax, they thought I was a Laker (brrrr)
Don’t get embarrassed by the merits
Murals of Paris, I ain’t never been to Paris
Murals of Phoenix, I ain’t never been to Phoenix
Tom Ford suits of Bobby “The Brain” Heenan (Never!)
Boston crab, the whole slab
Before I go broke, I’ll get the mac and the mask
Over the baby crib, my *** where the stash at
My man killed his family, killed himself and smoked a bad batch
This margiela on Mad Max
Purge a ***, *** look fake plus ass fat
Niggas doubted, now they pay homage
New deal with money to send my kids’ kids’ to college
Ayo, do the knowledge
Ayo, peace to Knxwledge
You niggas garbage
*** y’all niggas yo
Niggas ain’t *** man
These niggas garbage
Uh, Fendi monster *** for me and my conglomerate
I heard a lot of niggas spit, but nobody that’s ***
Nobody that’s consistent and that’s obvious
The music speak for itself, and plus I got murals in other continents (Thats me, ***)
Most of these rap niggas living in they momma’s ***
They pushing forty and broke, the safety on the 40 is broke
I blick until you lose consciousness
A *** school dropout spitting like I got a doctorate
Degree, I’m what’s popping *** you opposite to me
2016 nobody jotted hotter *** than me
You see I dotted my “i”‘s and now I got it to a tee
My goons love me so much, they wanna body *** for free (you my *** man)
Like, *** the bag they don’t need it
They just wanna squeeze and leave you deceased, at least a paraplegic
Hit in my head and walked the ‘spital, please believe it
Like three days later, now they’re comparing me to Jesus (haha)
I walked on water, *** I made the blind see
Turned water to champagne, twelve shooters behind me
Those my disciples, all me verses on a God-level, ***
You should find those in the bible
I don’t think no rapper can *** with me (Uh-uh)
*** feel different, tell him to get in touch with me
Rap ***, street ***, come and see what’s up with me
Fifty round sticks just to air out your fuckery (Brrrrrr)