Mancala

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The Alchemist

Alan Daniel Maman (born October 25, 1977), better known as The Alchemist, is an American hip hop producer, DJ and rapper, who hails from Beverly Hills, California. After rising to prominence in the late 1990s as a close associate of Dilated Peoples and Mobb Deep, he went on to produce for many of hip hop's leading artists in the 2000s, and has been hailed as one of the genre's leading producers. He is currently working as a DJ with Eminem and is also signed to his label Shady Records. His earlier nickname was "Mudfoot", in the times of The Whooliganz. more »

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I recollect all the pain I had to author fresh
Wading out in the waves, foot on a colonizer neck 
Like a collar, curtailed, I'm tryna follow the trail
Cut off the coattails they hangin' on to, I plo-
I plot on how to prevail and drop gems like Mancala
When I'm put on the spot I don't bail
My mama always be there
Taught me to dig
Found the flaws of my father, went and lost some appeal
I know it's long and uphill, I started joggin' on 'em
No Santiago, I was already wind and water
Different novel, thicker lines of defense
The follow-through was all in the wrist
We took it farther
I caught him stallin' again, I'm feelin' froggy, we might
Just have to hop him in and hop in the whip, prolly
I figured I'd be remiss to go at least without a Glick 'round me (yeah)
Speak to Vince 'bout it (yeah, yeah)

How many lives you take? 
How much time you face?
How many times you draw your gun? Sometimes my mind draw blanks
How many nights you pray? Still tryna find my faith
Hostile gospel, that pen'll cost you, you try to talk through
Interrogation, no registration, the license sliding
Feel the vibration, got somethin' to shake the pavement
Got a SKS for five hundred dollars, I love my partner, buddy Chris Bosh
Cuz can't shoot when it hits hard can when the shit's dark
Who gon' take it far enough to hit the fan?
I done stacked so many rounds feel like the Michelin man
Tired but I stuck around, they stabbed us, healing hands
So what's my back to them? I had to stradle fence
Smackin' shit, got my mama readin', askin' shit
Fightin' all my life, can't pray at night because the calluses
Skippin' school to shoot it through his cap, he still a graduate
Slidin' like an abacus, promise it's some math to this

He's been good (mmh, He been a father for me)
He's been good (been so good)
He's been good to me

Honestly, my nigga
Don't even trip on, like
Whether you gon' do a good job or a bad job
Or other, all that other shit, man
You just gotta, you just gotta be there, man
You just gotta pull up (yeah)
I'm sayin' you just gotta
Just be present, bro, like f*ck life
Oh, man, am I, am I gonna f*ck up for the rest, so what?
You just gotta be there, man
You gon' f*ck up if you not
(Yeah, so I'm gonna get a chicken sandwich) a'ight
Uh, can I get a, um, chicken sandwich?
And a, uh, a carne asada burrito?

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