(Intro)
Yeah yeah yours truly the infamous Alchemist
Known to you as Shaman the Warlock
Representing mind space in the place one time so check it
(Verse 1)
Corrupt he’s stuck up ducks[?] and cuts lil Folks
Though he was Folks with B.O.S on his chest
The stress restless cause of warrants for his arrest
Nevertheless, he possessed the best zest[?]
Obsessed with success, the business progressed
In less than a year, his regime reigned supreme
Lemon[?] scenes[?] cream
Diamond rings the finest things
The streams[?] schemes brings
What I’ve seen at crime scenes
Fiends convene non-stop to cop rocks
At the spot, on the block his bogus people shop
He got props making drops, in his T[?] top black Cadillac
With some shirts slacks and Dobbs[?] hat
He’s so sax[?] of a tax crap relax
This black aristocrat got real estate on the lake
Flip and wait from Kuwait through the Ill state
By freight trains maintains the ill gotten gains
That changed his ghetto pains into fame
Now his name is known throughout the Robert Teller homes
Black Stones would not pay loans, got broken bones
Now it’s on cause he violated they flag
He back to wrong, sipping Masson till the break of dawn
Buried the stash of keys in his front lawn
That nigga Shawn’s(?) complex and-
Understand a man without a plan ain't a man
(Bridge)
You know what I'm sayin?
That’s how it’s going down in C H I south side
So check it
(Chorus)
Life is foul when you ain’t got papes
When you ain’t got papes
It plays with your mind state
So what you willing to do to get rich?
(Verse 2)
Cleared through his career he was feared by fellow Folks
Fuck Gambino he ran okie dokes like fooky[?] stokes[?]
Folk to Haitian foreign relations with foreign nations
Overseas with strategies for compensation
His motivation was domination of the market
The next target, a Hispanic crew from Peru
He knew Jews with attitudes on the avenue
Who fronted nine hundred G’s so we could purch work
And so we durched[?] with dough in hand for contraband
Told his man, plan the ill drug deal and it was chill
Peruvian powder for 2 mil pure uncut
But he ain’t about to spend a buck, you know what’s up
He got the mind state to take it, then allocated it
Funds yay-yo and lay low
So yo a buck wild locale about a mile from stony isle and 63rd Is where they merged
In reserve Gangster Disciples with rifles stifled
Fought Spanish while two panicked and ran frantic
He took for granted there’d be a price on his head
So scared he fled in twenty minutes he was dead
See where it led? What scratch a’ make a nigga do
Just to have a crib a ride maybe a bitch or two
Yeah it’s true a few do go on accost(?) it
But on Hearst(?) a dude lost it (yes sir)
(Chorus)
Life is foul when you ain’t got papes
When you ain’t got papes it plays with your mind state
So what you willing to do to get rich?
(Outro)
You know what I’m saying that’s how it get down in Chi town
Punk chumps to funky stump(?) your hearts desire could get you expired
So recognize true business… out
