Video Espionage de The Alchemist 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

The Alchemist - Espionage Lyrics

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
Electricity
Ferrari, Testarol, city flowing in and from Sicily
All of my flavors are sorted individually
All of my rings are like ornaments on a Christmas tree
I’m on the brink of extinction
Links sit on a chinchilla mink and I'm still tequila drinkin in my Lincoln
You be slipping in the darkness and sinking
Push the feather cross the parchments for inking
My blood type is royal
I’m working with dirty pollo and night oil, I cool ‘til the pipe boil
Drinking fermented fruit with a slight spoil
I wrap the takeaway packages with a nice foil
I’m gumshoe, my code name is Espionage
At the Taj, at a table getting a neck massage
I never step from out the lodge without a check involved
Insert the needle into the groove and let the wreck revolve
I’m frozen, my cases never solved, never blown
Your rap is hovercraft fidgets, spinners and reggaeton
I’m sprinkling methadone on a cess bone
Disco ball, you shine a light on a Patek stone
Every card in the deck’s thrown
We must act at once

[Interlude]
Paging Dr. Schaffhausen
Go get Dr. Schaffhausen
Dr. Schaffhausen
Doctor please, we need you at once
Doctor!
[Verse 2: Oh No]
Flick in the toothpick
We got it playing like The Blueprint, using a glue stick
I make connections like paper news clips
Goon shit, dirty ass room lit
As Dr. Death in the holy scrubs, rolling shrubs
It’s only nugs, and I don’t go to clubs
I’ll leave that for the youngsters and the thugs
This old man want that old money here to plugs
My nigga, that a touché or toupee?
They move dates and take two with two Ks
For loot crates and break through with hoodies like I’m Luke Cage
We got the read as if we’re swishing through a new page
Closed chapters, take it all with the grain, we pourin Maurten
That’s dumping salt on them like the rain got it storming
Whether or not, whatever you thought
Was all stress, no sweat, you never was hot
We only see you as a legible opp
And I’m a doc that’ll diagnose you back to that medical spot
That’ll lift you with the helicopter sound, ‘bout to threaten your block
Gamble it now, you bet it’s a chop, rrrah!