The Alchemist - Diesel Lyrics
Song Lyrics "Diesel" by The Alchemist. Here are excerpts of the lyrics of the song / From a kid alone I turned into this grown image From the Popeye cartoons to that grown spinach...". You can subscribe to this song through official digital media such as iTunes, Spotify and other official online media or you can listen to it through the Youtube.
Diesel Lyrics
You know, I’ve clipped a lot of guys in my life
Close friends, guys I didn’t know
I didn’t always agree that the guy should be clipped. But I never questioned the orders and I never went off half-cocked
I gotta get back in the streets, that’s where all the money is these days
From a kid alone I turned into this grown image
From the Popeye cartoons to that grown spinach
A young man prone to business, he his own chemist
Three quarter mink stone pendants a stone menace
Sleeping with red bones twin tech with a chrome finish
Parked in abyss, dark tinted, he gettin’ domed in it
Massive rocks turn city blocks to Stonehenge’s
Stoned dependence, they visiting methadone clinics
Every bread winner, every kid in my zone mimic
Keys to the city, chase every dollar that roam in it
Life too short, numbers up, God don’t loan minutes
Some will see R.I.P. soon as this poem ended
I’m moving diesel on ’em
I’m moving diesel on ’em
I’m moving diesel on ’em
Thoroughbred DNA in my jugular, I’m a born hustler
You was born to be in my service, you’s a born butler
I’m from the trenches where paper touchers are long tuckers
I’m Big Red hangin’ niggas from the eleventh floor
Settle scores, your pussy selling whore is Eleanor
Jimmy “Clean Hands”, what you claiming a felon for?
They gon’ find you in yellow drawers when the metal draw
Decomposed like Skeletor with his melon tore
I’m from that place where shady faces and lady rapers
Empty fridgerators, cribs with cold radiators
Low wages and front page of the paper makers
Got that behavior like every one of your neighbors hate you
Drug dealers be the role models, they money stars
Inside the bar throw a hundred yards in your honey’s bra
It’s how the beef shit pop off and a gun is sparked
Life trials be the lifestyle in these slummy parts
I’m moving diesel on ’em
I’m moving diesel on ’em
I’m moving diesel on ’em