The Alchemist - Fish Meat lyrics

[Verse 1: Prodigy] The black plastic, I never leave home without it American express my thoughts and anger Only disgusting beats, I up chuck somethin' real real sick When it come to rap, this our sh** Just listen to this sound, this sh** is hypnotic Outside of this hip-hop, you not no monster I got a rusty gem star, that'll open up yo face Like fish meat you real real soft I walk off, pullin a joint real real calm I should put a shot in your a** (chill, chill, nah) f** around, hit a artery, I'll k** Pa He liked how I'm scarred, I'm poking no laws Chinchilla blanket, pretty little scarlet Pullin on a cone, take a little breather We f**in like animals and livin the life you only dream of [Verse 2: Planet Asia] Here's a monster Herbal Essence my call, that's word to my sponsor Lay on the floor, here's the glitch, we the generals Fresh to d**h, flatline a rat in a blink Kemetic link, catholic bring a bag of those Benjis Crime family rap, denjy and dirty My k**as strain hard like athletes I used to bag birdies, bare hands – powder my pores Absorbing the high and the reason my mind is dirty Remember Juan, Don, Julio Move, the motor's runnin Cheese slices, studio full, this stuff phenomenal Bombing you with Hannibal spits, my nautical shift Suitin off audible clips, it's the dynasty Fire one round clique, mashin on yo minor league Cheeseburger and fries, supersize me Tasmanian manie, millionaire flex with the hatin and paintin You really some f**in crazy [Verse 3: Tristate] Pa**port poetry, fiery diary Words of wizardry Polygamy guarding variety Max the ministry, mock the mackin Cure of swackin You can blame it on the Nautica fashion Go against this animalistic, twisted From studying doctor York, to f**in a mistress Keep yo distance, door stoch your 3rd eye surgically Jump shot from bird's eye 33 Masonic degree, green in the frontal leaf Put green in my bank account constantly Make magic, disappeared and reappeared graphic And f** up the beat – something tragic See the blue still rising in the air You on dusty roads wrestling with raps Rick Flare the champ, the chain Throw a rag on your waves Cut chemist, basically I'm nice with a blade