Video Whats The Word de The Alchemist 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

The Alchemist - Whats The Word Lyrics

[Intro]
'Chemist
That's how the ball bounce
And the cookie crumble
Blocks (Game Time)
Chip off the old block (227)
ConCreatures
Mafia, what else?

[Verse 1]
Hundred bottles last week, that's a true story
Riding 'round in my Jeep with two .40s
Cashed out a half key cause I'm into jewelry
Just took a loss for fifteen, whole 'nother story
Devil got a couple suites and a few shorties
Finna pop a couple Es and do a orgy
At the avenue, as the diving spin
The trolley backing in, the money on forgis
The whips match the wheels, my diamonds so flawless
Her ass fat as hell and mami so foreign
Not as bad as her friend but they both gorgeous
They both got boyfriends and they so Norbit
But that's how the world spin and the globe orbit
I'm out with your girlfriend and they both knowing
That it's over with, them ConCreatures blowing bricks
Got that girl in so ain't nothing for me to blow this shit
[Chorus]
(What up though?) What's the word for the day? (Word)
Outside, hand-to-hand servin' them Js (Uh-huh)
All night gettin' on your nerves every day
Pitching hard white, wishing for a bird when I pray (Just for the birds)
From the kitchen to the curb, get a plate (Yeah)
Report right, do not disturb if you may
Better walk light, you can catch me stirrin' the yay
Spinnin' off-white, whippin' 'til it turn into clay (What up though?)

[Verse 2]
Life is Precious, a fat ugly bitch
That'll get you wacked, it's concrete evidence
If I died this second or took a trip
To that Max correction, peniten'
Would you right me letters or send a nigga flicks?
Or would you act like you never knew I existed?
That's why I'm selective, you suck a dick
Remember back a month ago, I wasn't shit
Now you gotta respect it, I run the Mitt
And I can cash a bungalow with the upper-deck
You got a lotta flare but I'm upper-deck
In the sky box with Mike Rocks, Doug. E Fresh (Cool)
In my high tops and I rock double S
Chillin' in the Maybach with Cyclops and Weapon X
I'm Wolverine (Huh), that's Professor X (Yeah)
Got that Magneto, shootin' from the hip
Click, quicker than Pistol Pete Maravich
[Chorus]
Outside hand-to-hand servin' them Js (Uh-huh)
All night gettin' on your nerves every day
Pitching hard white, wishing for a bird when I pray (Just for the birds)
From the kitchen to the curb, get a plate (Yeah)
Report right, do not disturb if you may
Better walk light, you can catch me stirrin' the yay
Spinnin' off-white, whippin' 'til it turn into clay (What up though?)

[Verse 3]
The transition lenses in the Buffs
Got your bitch in a Benz, finna give that pussy up
Got me finna bust quicker than my album
It's coming soon, go and pick that up
It's checkout time, twist one up
Lit the kush and didn't even let her hit the blunt
You a honeymoon (Uh-huh), I'm a big dipper
One of these days, Alice, right in the kisser
Small things to a giant, I don't see the midgets
When he ran off with consignment, I ain't even miss him
I was jammin', somewhere grindin', probably in the kitchen
Same time he was rhymin', I was out here in the trenches
Why these nigga lying? Me and my niggas did it
And everything I write about, nigga, I really live it
It's Game Time, M-A-P on my fitted
'Cause money ain't a problem and neither is bitches
[Chorus]
What's the word for the day? (Word)
Outside hand-to-hand servin' them Js (Uh-huh)
All night gettin' on your nerves every day
Pitching hard white, wishing for a bird when I pray (Just for the birds)
From the kitchen to the curb, get a plate (Yeah)
Report right, do not disturb if you may
Better walk light, you can catch me stirrin' the yay
Spinnin' off-white, whippin' 'til it turn into clay (What up though?)