Video Cryotherapy de The Alchemist 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

The Alchemist - Cryotherapy Lyrics

[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Them now cut him up and shot him
Uh
Uh (What the fuck is this shit, man?)
Josephine, showed me how to work the triple beam (Yeah, uh)
Yeah, baby
Marci
I did seem 'em thing, can you say? (Uh)
Crack fiend named Josephine
Showed me how to work the triple beam, yo

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
I swear if these niggas play with me
Baby .380 in a gray Dickie
Look like a lady blicky (Like my lady shit)
Can't fuck with strays, they be iffy
The game tricky
Pump shotty out the Hyundai (What?), chasin' Ricky
Spray fifty, may need to replace a kidney
The brains fly out the 850 like Kennedy (Bah)
Nigga, for thinkin' he Demetrius Flenory
Like he once hustled in the streets, but nothing comes to memory (Goddamn), uh
The gold Audemars are arm candy
Baby doll, Satan's favorite sin of all is vanity (Hahaha)
To catch the kid without the jammy's a rarity
Ice clarity, feel like I went to cryotherapy (Mm)
Neck heavy, we don't cry over anything
We just fly over everything like pelican wings (Woo)
Bentley Bentayga dreams
To get in this SUV, you need a skeleton key
(Cah we nah bored man)
[Chorus: Roc Marciano]
Uh, check the pedigree (Check the pedigree)
Tinted Cartiers, Leonard Ellerbee (Woo, uh)
Crack fiend named Josephine (Josephine)
Showed me how to work the triple beam (Triple beam)
Now we gettin' cheese (What?)
Uh
Now we gettin' cheese
A crack fiend named Josephine
Showed me how to work the triple beam (What?)

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Yo, got my burner out
Word of mouth, heard you hatin', chasin' clout from a burner account (What the fuck is this shit, man?)
Virgin on the couch, you heard about the fresh turnout
If she worship the mouth, then it can work out (Roc Marci)
Al can vouch
The fake need to gracefully bow out
You occupied the space, but it's mine now (Uh)
Aight, pipe down
Word to Amy Winehouse, ain't shit to whine about
Your baby mother dutty wine and sip wine at the house (Woo)
I just untied her blouse (Ow)
Shorty run about like a mouse, lost her whereabouts
Crib in Bel Air, big as a warehouse
I'm on my high horse, y'all whores not prepared to joust (Uh-uh)
Consider this album a first-hand account (Uh)
I'm runnin' out of hands to count, y'all livin' hand to mouth
But I don't do handouts
[Chorus: Roc Marciano]
Uh, check the pedigree (Check the pedigree)
Tinted Cartiers, Leonard Ellerbee (What?)
Crack fiend named Josephine
Showed me how to work the triple beam
Now we gettin' cheese (Woo)
Uh, now we gettin' cheese
Crack fiend named Josephine
Showed me how to work the triple beam

[Outro]
Side-o that shoots that fire, we have to fire back
Cah we nah bored man, seen?
It's how you see it
That side there have gun, that side there have gun
We buy, we buy gun and dem ting
Me is a man, me travel with my likke gun, ya know
Anywhere me a go, me carry it, man, me can't