The Essence
Title | The Essence |
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Artist | The Alchemist |
Album | 1st Infantry |
Release Date | 2004-06-29 |
Description | Originally slated to be a Jadakiss solo record, Jada’s LOX group mates Styles P and Sheek Louch hopped on the track, which initially appeared as an unfinished snippet on Jada and DJ Green Lantern’s popular mixtape The Champ is Here. Due to the timing of the song, many have speculated that this track may be a response to 50 Cent’s “Piggy Bank,” which targeted Jadakiss for appearing on Ja Rule’s track “New York.” |
Lyrics | [Intro: Jadakiss] AH-HA. Uh. Yeah. Know who it is. (I-I-Infantry, 1st Infantry) Kiss of Death, motherfucker (A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist) Definitely the strongest shit on the shelf Double R, D-Block (1st infantry) Yeah, what, yo, yo... [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Listen, the thugs need it, hoes gon' use it Me? I'm just a young nigga that make old music Uh, shit is real, I put the inf on the 4 Keep it wit' me 'cause possessions 9/10ths of the law Here I am goin' all out again, doin' all that I can Even had a daughter born outta sin Nigga, I make pain cinematic I spit dope and you been a addict; treat beef like jail Summertime, somethin' big with the scope under the winter jacket I use the winter tactics, and I know you tryin' to play the role But bullets the wrong shit to interact wit' I hurt the game, hurt ravines Soon as you murk somethin' these niggas'll chirp Janine Yeah, let 'em all cock ride, in my mansion with a bottle Move a novel and the wall spin counter-clockwise Might as well go on, go and see papi 'Cause niggas only know three words: "He shot me" (Uh) That's why I be eyein' 'em down No dap, no rap 'cause these niggas be wired for sound But I still put a hole in a goon, Jada Montega Still put a hole in a spoon, pay the bond later Plenty ones, plenty guns, plenty ammo Remember this: "Calmate", ''que te calmo'' mutha-fuckas. What! "Calamate" "que te calmo" Know what that mean, huh? Calm down...before I calm you down! [Styles P] I don't wanna talk much You gettin' hawked up and chopped up Two guns up on your tour bus Heard you got the cops wit'chu—that's a goddamn shame The talk on your album, I thought you had a block wit'chu? Couple niggas to pop wit'chu—you full of shit! And the only thing you got is a couple niggas to drop wit'chu Waiting for a nigga...wit' a mouth like you When they said you was the hottest, they meant out yo' crew I'm the hardest in New York City Think not? I got a Glock, Sheek Louch style, you walk wit me You bitch niggas will die leery I keep the 9 in the 5 Series Why don't you come work a 9-to-5 wit' me? See, the bricks moved, the stick-ups pulled I got the killers laying flat down in pickups too Pop up and put a clip in your mug Hate is different than love, it spread faster—is you gettin' me, cuz? Shit, let me explain, my brain is on a different wave Everybody get it now—fuck it, it's a different day And suck my dick when I ain't got shit to say Niggas think I'm dumb like I ain't put them bricks away Prepared for the war, anxious to kill Bang shit, swing shit, leave you shanked in the grill I ain't give a fuck then or now, when or how How many niggas die? That depend on Styles WHAT! You might also like(Sheek: And my nephew Alchemist...) [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Ayo, I ain't seen nothing yet Niggas all threat—pussy when they sober, thugs when they wet What up, killer? Nigga, please, stop frontin' You don't need a safe to hold 5 G's My neck don't freeze and my wrist don't either I don't need it—I just copped a house on a Visa And I ain't go platinum, my first album was a teaser Now they on my meat like ice in the freezer Sheek Louch, I tell you that boy he's a Problem—I take out blackheads like a tweezer We'll discredit you homie and let the wolves eat you We don't need to dump lead at you, homie You either in or you out of it 'Cause I got a son now, and you fuckin' up a lot of shit I gotta get And I hate for this to get out of hand To have to give it to a nigga I played wit' in the sand Shit, the West Coast barely know the name of our band That's why I spit enough heat to give a nigga a tan A'ight, I know you got mad cake—okay, nigga, AND? Sheek don't give a fuck, I let my gut hang You one day away from lipo and a face tuck This that D-Block, Alchemist heat rock Yo, I'm fucked up man! P pass that blunt Yo Busy, where my yak at, son? Fuck that, I'm outta here Let's go... (R-r-r-reppin' ALC, you know what I'm sayin? 1st Infantry bitch (bitch bitch)) |