Yo... where's my draw... I can't find my draw.... No, that's Paul's draw... I don't want Paul's draw, I want my draw
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Yes, Mystikal, back in position
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Known thru time as the metaphysician
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You hear my words but the message is hidden
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Like Jeffrey Archer being fcuked by the wardens in the prison
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Travelling thru time on a golden BMX
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Cruising dimensions on a never ending vortex
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I went to the future and this what I saw
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Charlie Ferris was Prime Minister and he'd legalised draw
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Whoa... I'm the alchemist, I'm the illegal alchemist
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I'm the alchemist in Newport
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I said, "One, two, three..."
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This shit is called Alchemy
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Turning stuff into gold you see
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Then sell it on for the GLC
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Em Why Ess Tee Eye Kay Ay to the Ell
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Like Paul McKenna I'll put you under my spell
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Gold chain around my neck and a Celtic Tattoo
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Sweet herbs and spices and Medieval glue
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I taught Einstein how to bust the rhyme
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I had four bongs but he had nine
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Alchemy and draw, the magic equation
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Chalked on stone floors, with a brief explanation
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2000 years of traveling thru time
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Melting down gold and busting the rhymes
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My gold shines and I sold Shakespeare speed
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And showed Dylan Thomas how to smoke the weed
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Whoa... I'm the alchemist, I'm the illegal alchemist
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I'm the alchemist in Newport
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You knows it, Spa.
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Like King Midas, spraying his fluid
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Dressed like Cadfael, and known as the druid
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I saw Queen Victoria being fcuked by a stallion
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I'll melt down your sovereigns and make a medallion
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24-carat gold bad young brother
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Word, to your Daddy, your sister and your Mother
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Step closer unto the etheric plane
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My name is Mystikal, ye Oldie Lookin' Chain
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The Alchemist
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