Scientology The Alchemist (Ft. Havoc)

[Intro: The Alchemist]
Let me talk to 'em
This what it come to
Uh

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
Uh, look what the wind blew in
You just beginning what I been doin'
Open your cranium with a drill, let a pen screw in
Kick the door, force the Allen Iverson shoe in
Playing both sides all up on the fence, you been (What you gon' do?)
Scratch me, I'm popping up to the events you spin (Surprise)
Need security, so many dead and buried, presidential spin
Sunk beneath ninety percent limo tints, I sit
Gold belt buckle enhancements intensе my drip
Gymnastics I perfected, in a sеnse my flip
Any record suggested to be rinsed, I skip
I'm stubborn and hard-headed (Nah, fuck that)
See a cloud of smoke and the car jetted
Put a stamp on the product, it was marketed (That's me)
Raise the bar, set it above where your arms stretching
Havin' dreams I was losing steam, you far-fetchin' (It's not possible)
Tires rub members only like The Friars' Club
Pliers tuggin' on you, wrap the body with a wire plug
Throw it straight from the boat, not a designer drug
Climbin' up the ladder of success until I'm high enough
I'm drippy, won't bust a fit until I'm dry enough