THE ALCHEMIST - Camp Registration lyrics

rate me

feat. Step Brothers, Action Bronson, Blu & Domo Genesis

This what’s on your mind

Could it be

This what’s on your mind

Could it be

This what’s on your mind

Could it be

This what’s on your mind

Could it be

The first rule of business to mind your own, too

‘Cause it ain’t hard to make a shit list, ‘specially when the rhyming is through

I keep a distance, never been predicted

Never been a victim of many man defiling my moves

I keep a needle to the right, I keep my eye on the groove

Present the evidence and every single client is true

I’m out for getting it, not forgetting it

These are differences of different elements

Inside of the bull it’s all you

Ride dirty, trance for a filthy, trench coat, white leather to the floor, milky

I kill a chinchilla and left the store guilty

The velvet was crumble, but the velour is silky

I crushed her like butter leathers on my futon

Toss the money like crouton, nigga perfect, gator boots on

With the new talk, rolling a new triple south central, dipping in continentals

Spend it quick and show up and kiss the instrumental

Self-sufficient like the candle whiskers

They know the drizz when they roll with blizz

Crack the tree, roll a sour D and the final leaf, follow me

I tell her how it be like it’s how it is

This what’s on your mind

Could it be

This what’s on your mind

Could it be

This what’s on your mind

Could it be

This what’s on your mind

Could it be

How the fuck you shit on a nigga who believes in himself?

… all my dreams, I had to see for myself

Even my family couldn’t see what I felt

But they ain’t stopped me, nigga watch me, watch your talking, I don’t need any help

I’m creeping it, though, driving, improving

I’m nice to these nigga jiving, tryina provide ‘em for all the whack raps you cats deprive ‘em

I’m lying, I’m the epitome of the perfect time

And purpose writing got me surface riding, dog, it’s perfect science

You should’ve walk high from the boat

We toss mimosas, had the show for pass me my coat

The date was over, I told her play the grown up you’re supposed to

I would toss the G but it’s just the G she knew

The corporate office, loft in the city, Boston and boss is biddy

I could’ve find a better bitch to Boston with me

We talking titties, yeah, we’re talking titties

We talk bikinis, not Puerto Rican …

Part of me, I’m just thinking of the angles

I’m disconnected due to the friction on the cables

You flipped on me, switched the position on the tables

Surfing on a cloud, blowing kisses at the angels

I’m still out grinding, chasing a dream

Nights I slept with my face in the machine

Seven weeks same thermals in denim jeans

Dirty from the trenches, my record was never clean

I’m a front line soldier, when it’s possible I spill blood

It comes with the territory, my boots carry mud

Scheming on the next young stallion that got us strutting

Somewhere in between too much and not enough

Damn, I still remember when I broke the roaches open

Now you see us floating on a boat and I

To say this was my dream would be a lie

But nowadays it seem to keep me in a beamer, breezing by

Nothing’s forever, right? I don’t know, man

I like this show for now, until they change the program

Since I’ve been one second old I’ve been a grown man

Showered in cologne and in my own land, old man