Prodigy x Alchemist Give Em Hell Lyrics

Albert Einstein Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 LMDKV
  • 3 Give Em Hell
  • 4 Stay Dope
  • 5 Curb Ya Dog
  • 6 Death Sentence
  • 7 Bear Meat
  • 8 Y.N.T.
  • 9 R.I.P.
  • 10 Dough Pildin
  • 11 Confessions
  • 12 Bible Paper
  • 13 The One
  • 14 Breeze
  • 15 Raw Forever
  • 16 Say My Name
  • [Intro]
    They took permanent vacations in Hell, if you know what I mean
    Wow, I must have been away too long, because my feelings are dead
    I feel no remorse…

    [Verse 1]
    Global state of mind, I’m seein’ far beyond my nose
    Ten years from now, I’ll still be around, spittin’ my flows
    Ten years from now, you’ll be a memory that no one knows
    I don’t feel sorry for you niggas, my feelings are cold
    People dyin’ – life goes on, it’s…
    Nothin’ you can do about it, just be strong, yeah
    Dead-weight niggas try to pull you down with ‘em
    They like psychic vampires, suck the life out you
    Mentally, I’m focused, think like a Marine
    Who ride? I ride or die for shit that I believe, like…
    Nobody could stop me
    I’m the illest rapper probably on the earth, niggas copy
    Every line that I draw, these rappers is frauds
    My artwork expensive, they cannot afford
    RSVP, Circa 2012
    How dare a nigga to try and stop me, give him Hell

    [Hook]
    Oh, word? They put a hit out on me?
    Give ‘em Hell
    They wanna threaten my wellbeing?
    Give ‘em Hell
    And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up
    For the world’s most hottest rapper spittin’ flames like a volcano
    Yeah, they wanna turn on me?
    Give ‘em Hell
    They wanna stretch me out in the street?
    Give ‘em Hell
    And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up
    For the world’s most hottest rapper spittin’ flames like a volcano

    [Verse 2]
    Aye yo, aye yo, they know, they know
    I’ll blow a nigga away like tornados
    Niggas with me, they move whenever I say so
    Watch out for the D’s, unmarked cars and plainclothes
    Niggas must be crazy, they gone off that yayo
    Maybe smokin’ stones, I don’t know, I’ll be okay, though
    I’m God’s solider, devil’s apostle, it’s harvest time
    You reap what you sew when you cross the line
    It’s beyond repair – I am so beyond fear
    That shit is childish, do what you must, niggas beware
    I am – slippery when wet off that ‘maldehyde
    Smoke a Dutch full of dust, pull a homo
    Niggas wouldn’t side with you if they knew what I know
    I can see you bullshit niggas with my eyes closed
    I’ve got a deadly rap
    So these jokers wanna ruin my time, I’ll handle that

    [Hook]

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