DIP (The Caliphate) Mossaveli

Alchemist

Had to get it on my own, I’m rap’s orphan
Fighting for my portions, i am now boarding
Never thought befo’, like a walking UFO
Legs attached, arms fold, somebody in space knows
All about this place & something further
Like bad service, i’m the sickest on your server
She’s a curver, i’m a researcher
Just to feel alive, 2 minute murder
Like Brady in his hey, time conserver
Every bar you feel close, like when a mother nurtures
Worth a lot on the low, I know my purpose
But can I get in the game, if I don’t do the circus
Perfect date, her & a burger
We’re obsessed with bosses, no love to the workers
Switch it up, my demons say give it up
Wish I had a hand to clutch, but that time is dust
I take that dust, make it fuel & never rush
Going at my own pace, you will adjust
To my moves, think it through
When life has you glued
Came to me as a G, you’ll leave here as food
You ain’t bipolar, don’t comment on the view
‘cause you have no idea, all the color hues
All the different you’s, all the self abuse
But I take my pain & bring it to the booth
I’m the X factor, to X’s sheep
Tongue down her throat, i really soul reach
Was a recruit, i’m getting back on my feet
Make my mark everywhere, then I can die in piece (peace)