Chemist - Audiopium lyrics

[DICE] Walking out an alley with an ounce up in your first Tell em come to me when they're addicted to the disc Must've thought I was Carmelo, I ain't playing with your nicks I'm a mother f**ing giant, I supply you with your fix Tell me who I am, tell me who I am You're a gunner? I'm the son of sam, tuck a ton of sand Put a pile of a hundred grand in a rubber band Undercover in your mothers van, trying to f** the land What's it worth? I done met the dirt, trying to get desert I was getting hurt, learned to get alert, I revert To my underlying roots, I'm a f**ing lion cooped Inside a million violent troops, finna occupy your loot From Long Island, not the cities little sister Got your favorite artists b**hes skinny dipping to my mixture Got a little bit of everything, I put it on the mixer So your b**h will have your printer printing copies of my picture f** your liquor, audiopium, my audio is forming at four below But I'm hot enough to make a crematory blow Leave you all below, I'm rhyming out a Maury show The way I father y'all from f**ing rap up in the glory hole [Bridge] Fill it up, got you feeling high, feel it in your spine Your invested in injecting while I'm nesting in your mind Gotta want it, gotta have it, gotta never be without it Gotta want it, gotta have it, gotta never be without it [Hook x2] Audiopium, drug the audience Spit the purest, spine folds, accordion China white, my black tar emporium We ain't got a needle, if you gotta fill Dollar dollar bill [DICE] Make somebody wanna k** without it Drive off hill without it Slit a wrist without it, grind my disc If your still without it, sniff I ain't a b**h, I'm a beat serial k**er Let it breathe, f** your weed I'll push five hundred a sleeve Ten tapes a bundle, watch me turn it into profit Spoon feeding these fans who want it with coffee grinders to chop it Cop a pin, inject it in, son my records go off the list Get withdrawals and wake up sick if you aren't hearing my sh** If you aren't feeling my mix, let my songs speak to you Ain't trying to win you pussies, I'm trying to eat through you My lyrics rocking your will while your wallet's dropping the bills And these pot heads fiending my tapes trying to cop and pop it like pills If my records couldn't be hot than these addicts wouldn't be filled I ain't giving you nickles, dimes, I leave spines feeling a chill I'm the reason your blood is mixing in pins when you get a whiff of it Lifting these fiends who listening, fixing em up, addictionist [Hook x2] Audiopium, drug the audience Spit the purest, spine folds, accordion China white, my black tar emporium We ain't got a needle, if you gotta fill Dollar dollar bill