Burnt Tree Step Brothers

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
Ayo rubba dubba dub, it’s two Bees in a Bucket
Drink from a dirty Thermos and swing like Kirby Puckett
Out the box, coming from the Boondocks like Uncle Ruckus
Get smacked where the sun don’t shine right on the tookusss
I'm in a wood grain, dope in a cutlass
Blowing out a cloud, look like smoke from a muffler
I'm in the house, all up in the walls and the structure
Arms waving in a "W" shape like a conductor
Certified suits and leather chukkas
Tell these hoes after the show to let em suck us
Without a cup, make them drink straight from the faucet
I stand, drawn linе in the sand - dare you to cross it
Howdy, this town ain't big enough both to profit
I blow likе a chisel, the product I boat-dock it
Catch you on the deck of a yacht, get thrown off it
Finish the destruction on sight, then close off it

[Verse 2: Evidence]
When I was 12 I realized I would die
I sat up in my bed all night and cried
And when I woke the next day, seen the pain, it all faded
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
One for the mic, two for the MP
Cutting off the light but keeping on the beat
I serve channels while I'm walking on the street
Logged on while I'm walking on the hard concrete