Alumni - Crack

Pyrex vison
I’m all in the kitchen
Stirring, whipping up a brand new edition
Tryin’a transition, pot to the stove
Stove to the pot, but I’m feeling writer’s block
Nah, I can’t chop it
It’s gotta be pure
We cook the verse until it comes out mature
Gotta know your limit
It’s too raw to kick it
Addictive
Every line of mine, you can sniff it
I mix it with soda
Then slice it with the razor
Straight off the scale, watch me put it on the paper
Wrap it up in plastic and ship it through the customs
A lot of dope rhymes
I’m on the grind and I’m hustlin’
Not the white powder
Or the darkest hour
I’m in the booth every day, all types of hours
Searching for the fame
Plus the money and the power
This game is ours
And my clique’s the dopest
Step into my kitchen and listen
This isn’t dinner I’m fixin’
It’s your prescription
I’m cooking crack
See, I got a penchant for fixin’
Delicious dishes
You gon’ be itchin’ to get it
Because it’s crack
Then the minute you get it
You gon’ be twitchin’ and sniffin’
And trippin’, asking what is this
But it’s just crack
‘Cause I’m on a mission
To get you hooked on the shit that I’m pitchin’
There ain’t no clinic for this
It’s crack
It got me going crazy, searching for a hit
Got these snow bunnies doing rails of my shit
Rhymes you can’t kick
Yes, I go hard
The spit’s addictive, call me Esco-bars
Got DJs in their drawers, cut-cutting up the mix
Sixteen to a pound, but I move it by the bricks
You’re fiending for a fix, I cut another line
Bottomless supply, plus I’m always on my grind
This is cocaine caviar
Fiends babble, jabber-jaw
Give that rehab a call, you’ll need it after half a bar
Pack a bag, travel on
Crack song Babylon
Feeling like you’re standing tall
Out of body - Avatar
Step on it or slam it raw
Entering euphoric bliss
Got you pawning all your shit
So you can afford a fix
Asking to be on a track with me
Careful what you fucking wish
I’m on the corner hustlin’
You’re next to me, but sucking dicks
Step into my kitchen and listen
This isn’t dinner I’m fixin’
It’s your prescription
I’m cooking crack
See, I got a penchant for fixin’
Delicious dishes
You gon’ be itchin’ to get it
Because it’s crack
Then the minute you get it
You gon’ be twitchin’ and sniffin’
And trippin’, asking what is this
But it’s just crack
‘Cause I’m on a mission
To get you hooked on the shit that I’m pitchin’
There ain’t no clinic for this
It’s crack
Just call me Heisenberg, Walter White with verbs
Cooking blue ice verses out of rhyming words
And I don’t know what kind of fucking lies you’ve heard
About Prhyme Suspect, like I’m just white, suburban
But you come and try to serve on Alumni turf
You better bring your best work, or you might get murdered
Got you pussies pissing in your diapers, nervous
‘Cause we don’t give a shit about your stripes, they’re worthless
‘Round here, you bite, you get sniped on purpose
And even you’ll be crying, like, I deserve it
Hitman for hire, you can buy this service
Not a violent person, unless the price is perfect
Already got two strikes, facing life the third, but
Shit, killing you in front of people might be worth it
We got that hard white, like dried up bird shit
So put The A inside your glass pipe and burn this
Crack
Step into my kitchen and listen
This isn’t dinner I’m fixin’
It’s your prescription
I’m cooking crack
See, I got a penchant for fixin’
Delicious dishes
You gon’ be itchin’ to get it
Because it’s crack
Then the minute you get it
You gon’ be twitchin’ and sniffin’
And trippin’, asking what is this
But it’s just crack
‘Cause I’m on a mission
To get you hooked on the shit that I’m pitchin’
There ain’t no clinic for this
It’s crack

Written by:
Kellyn Crawley, Kevin Jacobson, Miguel Cervantes

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