Madlib - Alex Jones lyrics

[Verse 1] Alex Jones, Yeah I'm goin' nuts for standin', cold Yeah I'm Bruce Banner, mixed with Shan and Combs, I am coming for the spot and I will stand alone And ain't noone gon' stop me n***a, I'm plantin' poems Then I watch 'em grow, bring me the fame Yeah I rock the house and leave the stage in flames I burn down the game then I come back save it I'm like a necromancer spittin' this depraved sh** Then commit necrophilia, Hip-hop is dead and gone, from long, but damn, she shoulda shaved it Made it easier for me to bust but f** it There's a hole, there's a hole, there's a hole in your bucket Comin' back a kingpin like I was Noriega I never liked em, but damn, why you n***as such haters? I'm tryna get on tryna take over the games And these n***as on the sideline jeering 'cuz they lame I might as well sh** on 'em like I was Kobe-Shaq And there I'm gone and I ain't never ever comin' back I'm outta your grasp, no skinny, no fat Tit for tat, like that, pick pack, and I'm piercing the Peking order With they dick in one hand like it was a penny p**no Sticking up the rap bank like I was a wrecking baller [Hook] Alex Jones Alex Jones Alex Jones Alex Jones [Verse 2] I'm breaking down the dam, like damn, he's an ape beast Don't f** with the pictures, I don't f** with a say cheese Always bust off on the beat, never f** with the safety But that's just me, tryna guarantee an offspring Bust a nut, never call, I'm guaranteeing Kong's King When I come through I'm bout to take it over and I got an heir And why you lookin' that way 'cuz the king is here Leave trails of Sour D, soaked in LSD So when you light it up, you just fell in deep And the game got in you in its clutches, like Ray Allen, I'm never fallin' six feet deep, the way Nas is But I built up my own road Never need another's help, 'cuz I got my own Grew up by myself, yet was not alone 'Cuz I got my family and I got my home Yeah I got my crew with me, hittin' spliffs to the dome Right here gettin' lifted, kick back and spit poems k**in' the track, read R.I.P, Sherlock Holmes Airborne rockin' Jordans on my phone And then I rock the rim like Shaq or Dwight Howard Dunk it down nuts in your face I ain't no coward Bring it down gla** showers Sit back smirkin' in yo face like Bowser