[Ghostface Killah]n(Eyo) My cocaine's whiter than Colgate andnWhen Christ come I'm gonna go relocatenFinish off them dimes big slabs of crack lighting my ngangstas willnBury me at the plate in Bronx Bomber's FieldnGive my young guard the four horsesnMy baby girls get the pink PorchesnDookie gems and they all gorgeousnKing Tone had a mean fortressnA French maid blowin' me down like Fara FawcettnMy gun collection is big in the Adolf sectionnMy little mini me he bump off the MexicansnMostly known for my ear lobe four million dollar ndisco ballnThat shit dope my wrist cut bang glass on the crystal nfloor at club shiznitnWith romy roam just came homenViolate a parole sellin' cell phonesnWith a Snoop Dogg perm his brothernpuffs sherm thru two an big wormnn[Chorus: Alchemist]nWeightnMy My My money fold upnMy My My pockets swolled upnSay What Say whatnJust roll upnWhat's the hold upnUnload and Reload upnn[Prevail]nHellfire, Hamburger Hill shell firenKill quiet like a knife on the front line privatenLive riot stage shownVerse burn flamethrow overthrow takeover namenknown around the globenKing cobra poison slow fang jungle over grownnWu Tang Ghostface Alchemist killin the songnTop billing feeling famous chopping heads rock illernn[Madchild]nComic villain on pain killers watching Good FellasnDancing in the dungeon all by myselfnI say I think I'm going crazy that's a cry for helpnMy phone don't ring but get sexy text messagesnGun under my couch thoughts of bitches mud wrestlingnMe I'm just chillin' with killers at my disposalnI have a felling you will accept my proposalnPut another dime in the juke boxnI love rock 'n roll bullet proof vest Glock lock 'n loadnn[Chorus: Alchemist]nWeightnMy My My money fold upnMy My My pockets swolled upnSay What Say whatnJust roll upnWhat's the hold upnUnload and Reload upnn[Alchemist]nRap zombie I'm controlled by powers beyond menI go from the drum machine straight to the Digi DnTo the hard drive to the G5 to the computer screennTo the lab through the speakers to the pens and the padsnTo the science to the math to the vocabnStraight to the vocal booth to the mic back to that old rapnThrough the speaker to the place where your heart and your soul atnDrop out the drums rough mix straight to the work datnBounce the track to disk format and burn that to a CDnTake it to the truck where the systems atnMake sure the bass hit like a thunder clapnThen I double back to the lab fast like I was running lapsnI freezenBack to the Digi D, to an MP3nThrough the internet freeway straight to the DJnTo the radio constant airplaynI gotta keep food on my plate so I'm moving thatnn[Chorus: Alchemist]nWeightnMy My My money fold upnMy My My pockets swolled upnSay What Say whatnJust roll upnWhat's the hold upnUnload and Reload up