The Turning Point (Russian Roulettte 2012)

Текст песни The Alchemist and Roc Marciano - The Turning Point (Russian Roulettte 2012)

Swab the deck, Indian Ocean
Ibuprofen, pies are broken the safe's pried open
I boasted while the duck got roasted
And posted, my jacket was poached, I provoked it
Fifth on the hip bone, flip a hippo
Then hit the bitch stroll, wrist glow like
Disco lights, Morris Day, Michael Knight
I'm wearin' fahrenheit, a rare knight
Bite the pear when it's ripe
The old banana in the tail pipe
The fishscale's white, the hammer's held tight
Didn't polite, we'll snipe the throne out in the turnpike, unh
Burn a joint I'm at my turnin' point
Try'na earn points
The herb we burnt was turquoise
Maneuver the leg, black lens, metal Medusa head
The cops sport teeth, leather rooster egg
Triple beam balance between fabric
Established, fuckin' on a king size mattress
Good with the iron, I'm a blacksmith
Real tactics, resort to pay street taxes
Armani sense at the barber with pimps
A french peppermint, 85 percent's mescaline
I went to sketch the next testament
The nectar was sipped, I slipped dick in a specimen
Blocks is desolate, we still hustle though
*Have a blast*
Move weight, it's conducive to muscle growth
Double the gross, fuck a humble approach
In coach, light up the roach and spit a bundle of dope
Colorful coats, cope, the gold spirit was evoked
I can feel it gettin' close
You hear that? What's that?