Video Bumps Y Bruises de The Alchemist 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

The Alchemist - Bumps Y Bruises Lyrics

[Intro]
What's all the fuss about? (227)
Made it jump, 137 (Hellblock hully-gully, big fifty zone)
Touch up paint (ConCreatures)
Where we at? (Let's get it)

[Verse 1]
Made it jump, 137, pot whippin' duecies, mobbin' with the goonies (Mob)
Murky weather, block dim and gloomy, chopsticks and Uzis (Brrt)
Dirty Dianas and bananas on them 47s (Ah)
Plugged in with Ricky Ricardo, so we locked in with Lucy (Tied in)
Grandma told me to keep it up, I'ma cut short my blessings (I'm good, gaga)
Cuz hit me up for a QP, bro-bro want a cutie (Yeah)
Nephew want a half, had to charge his ass the Doug Flutie
Plug threw me a half-a-slab of dog, you know he love Snoopy (Ayy)
Fed the puppy Scooby Snacks, feds settin' up booby traps (Uh-huh)
Niggas never even knew he rapped 'til he got out of juvie (Juvenile)
Unc' schooled me to the game, now I play it unruly (Uh)
In the kitchen, whippin' 'caine, tryna make it jump Judy (Skrrt)
Set it in some ice water, shock it, that's electrocution (Remix)
Had to pick my chain up from Johnny, so we met in Houston (No boostin')
I can't trust a soul, all these niggas Judas (What else?)
Taught me to make more prose and less excuses, where we at?

[Chorus]
He stopped the bank and rolled the eights, hate when he fail the deuces
Catchin' bodies to up his rank was dumb, deaf, and stupid
Blind to the facts, come to the 'jects, he always left 'em clueless
No blemish on his resume, took all his bumps and bruises
They talk behind his back, won't say it to his face
Still he quick to go out his way to make 'em feel exclusive
Can't even hear his self think, tell 'em to kill the music
Domestic violence with that drank, it'll get real abusive
[Verse 2]
Threw a one on my shit, four hundred a grit
It's like the more that I teach you, the more dumber I get (Dumbass)
Piecin' out a thirty-six (Blocks), D-boy from the Murder Mitt'
Risk versus reward, don't equal out the reward versus the risk (Straight shots)
Wrap it up in aluminum foil like a Hershey's Kiss (Re-rock)
Don't be scared to be last to shoot, just don't be first to miss (Brrt)
First through fifteenth, was servin' Fent', I had to burn the strip (Fetty Wap)
Quick to put that bitch out on the stroll like she was turnin' tricks
Sauer in my Ksubis, quick to bleed an officer on duty (227)
Put that on my gaga Maxine and my grandmother Ruby (Gaga)
Fuckin' bougie bitches in the spig, spin 'em with the quickness
Know she playin' for the wrong team, lookin' too suspicious
Tryna hem my long jeans, I'm gettin' too big for my britches (Blockworks)
Did the Funky Watusi, want two-three for them blueskis (It's on)
Welcome home, Double Roosi, he fresh out of the hoopski (Six-four)
Back on the six, he said that little duecey was a doozy

[Chorus]
He stopped the bank and rolled the eights, hate when he fail the deuces
Catchin' bodies to up his rank was dumb, deaf, and stupid
Blind to the facts, come to the 'jects, he always left 'em clueless
No blemish on his resume, took all his bumps and bruises
They talk behind his back, won't say it to his face
Still he quick to go out his way to make 'em feel exclusive
Can't even hear his self think, tell 'em to kill the music
Domestic violence with that drank, it'll get real abusive
[Outro]
Hellblock hully-gully
Big fifty zone