Video Nine Spray de The Alchemist 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

The Alchemist - Nine Spray Lyrics

[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Dust these niggas the fuck off real quick, man
(Yeah, word... c'mon.... c'mon...)
Marc, nigga... huh...

[Hook: Roc Marciano]
My mind spray, my nine spray – yeah
My mind spray – what, my nine spray
Niggas sly, baby – my nine spray
My mind spray, my nine spray

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Outlaw lifestyle, I'm raw, no Lifestyles
Fly whores get piped down
My sores get iced down, I'm like "owww"
The K put you out the game like five fouls
You outta bounds, I'm outta town runnin' with hounds
Dumpin' the cal, kick up a dust cloud
The gun is rust brown, it's a oldie, but goodie
I'm looking like Goldie in the hoodie
Rose gold Rollie, Tec 9's is loaded up fully
Shells fly, open you like pussy
I slide in ya, skin and injure
Blacked down like a ninja, for legal tender
Chrome Desert Eagle bend ya
Ten send you like a street vendor
Cook your meat, beef get tender
No apron, .38'll shave you like bacon
You'll get shanked in them staircases
Tryna pitch, gotta run the base
Bottom-bitch keep floodin' papers
My aces got cut faces
Raw flesh, got it cut and pasted
Butterloaf, in the oven, baking
Nothing sacred
You touch cake, niggas wanna come and taste it
You get stripped bucked naked
Fuck a bank statement
I got over a 100K in my basement, your formula's basic
You payin' layaway on a bracelet,you repair, I replace shit
You a chair, I'm a spaceship
You shed a tear out of sheer hatred
But to get here more than skill, takes patience
Ill natured, golden age reels, feels ancient
Motion picture rap, we like filmmakers
[Hook: Roc Marciano]
My mind spray, my nine spray
My mind spray, my nine spray
My mind spray, my nine spray

[Verse 2: Ka]
Jums by division sums, how I'm livin'
They slump with discomfort, it's the numb that I give 'em
To get my weight like a ape, hung with the gibbons
Slung narc in the park, gettin' crumbs with the pigeons
Wanna squab, bullets get lobbed, I'm good at my job
On the strip, runnin' shit, where you couldn't have jogged
Cops, sheriffs, marshals despise
They watch for errors and net us when parcel arrives
We get cake, big slate, no portion or sides
Strangle a human, angle with monstrous lines
We'd be straight if we ate, but we harsh with the nines
My body heal faster than the scars in my mind
Sour grapes for papes, now I'm regarded as wine
Lip is scroll, witch nipple cold, sip it slow
Even when tight, righteous recite with the wicked flow
This is cream talk, climbing the beanstalk
Team tryna find Green Giant, not a clean thought
Pull mitt, full clip, loaded head
We keep it cooking, looking for the golden egg
Then shots sound, somebody's pops dropped down
Man folded, another ran, holding a hot pound
Split him backward, dying slow, living rapid
Triggers blasted, need compassion, but niggas lacked it
When beef boil, you either feel a bullet or recoil
I dress it like a peasant, but the speech royal
(But the speech royal...)