Paroles de la chanson On The Spectrum par The Alchemist

Shit giving me big mafia vibes
Ay
Jack God
Two-way deuce, siete
Café, what else?

[Boldy James]
Road raging, fourteen years old with a white-gold Skagen
No faking, before we was spot running
We was stealin' cars, stealin' large name rings
Rallies tryna build a church out the shine in front of his little niece
Don't know what I be thinking
I be tweaking, leaking the fuck out, murder is my attraction

Love is blind, and all I see is red like a crime of passion
Head over heals for these federal bills
Been had more money than my teacher, never paid for my protection
Doing all of that campaigning in this race gon' get elected
My hitman, he special ed, you gotta rate him on the spectrum
If I call you my brother that mean we gang, you can't just up and outie
This shit for life, it ain't no if's, and's, or but's about it
Quick to ratatat, tat 'em when that strip blaze
It's 227, this shit tatted on my ribcage
The biggest creature, don't mistake me with your favorite rapper
Run with them movers and them shakers, takers and them smackers

[Boldy James]
Curtis Curb to Pickford Ave, we with the riff and raff
I shot them niggas with one bullet, made 'em split the tab
He should've listened to his corner and watched for the hook
Choke up a kidney where I'm from, you better zig or zag
Or push that button on 'em, chip 'em with an uppercut
Chop him, caught him with a sucker punch, he couldn't slip the jam
These niggas cops, the only thing they missing is a badge
We dibble dabble in narcotics, tryna ditch the tags

[Boldy James]
Double-A-12, Moross to Mack, making 'caine sales
Run with them boys across the track like a train rail
Twelve got on us, had to toss the strap, took 'em on one
I smoke until my eyes bleed, poppin' pain pills
Stacking extras off the pros because I know the recipe
You know that bag don't ever close, call that open sesame
I never lack, Quick Draw McGraw, told her to open registry
When I was packing up the raw selling blow excessively
Where was you at when me and Clark took this shit to new heights

Duck the long of the law, running from the red and blue lights
We cook the beef when it unthaw, went wrong don't make it two rights
When you uncut without a flaw, you can't be scared to do life
If they book me without a bond I'll sit my mom's front row
'Least I know what I had coming, what I signed up for
Been had my mind made up, I know what came with this shit
Talking in cursive, got the Feds like, "what language you speak?"

[Boldy James]
Curtis Curb to Pickford Ave, we with the riff and raff

I shot them niggas with one bullet, made 'em split the tab
He should've listened to his corner and watched for the hook
Choke up a kidney where I'm from, you better zig or zag
Or push that button on 'em, chip 'em with an uppercut
Chop him, caught him with a sucker punch, he couldn't slip the jam
These niggas cops, the only thing they missing is a badge
We dibble dabble in narcotics, tryna ditch the tags