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Photographic Memories - Boldy James/The Alchemist.mp3

Photographic Memories - Boldy James/The Alchemist.mp3
[00:01.680][Intro: Boldy ...
[00:01.680][Intro: Boldy James]
[00:01.923]Concrete
[00:02.712]If I see or hear
[00:05.745]Yeah, where we at?
[00:09.107]If I see you first
[00:10.111]Let's get it, what else?
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[00:13.837][Verse 1: Boldy James]
[00:14.353]King of the oven mitt, know we run this bitch
[00:16.903]A glutton for punishment, keep a submachine gun with a hundred clip
[00:20.265]Volatile, don't want no problemo with a problem child
[00:23.587]Ain't cop that shit for months, can't come around, niggas not allowed
[00:26.913]Cashin' in, always gritted it out, never had a Benz
[00:30.260]Askin' God, "If this was my last resort, how is that a sin?" (There is no sin)
[00:33.813]'Cause if a nigga would've went with his first mind
[00:36.895]Premeditated, out of all these killers, we the worst kind
[00:41.014]Born convicted, brave heart, same armored defenses
[00:43.846]Wraith parked in the trenches, same park, on them benches
[00:47.165]With ARs and extendeds, sat at the table with spics
[00:50.243]He changed the label on my shit, that's trademark infringement
[00:54.104]Never forget a face, photographic memory
[00:56.872]First time I met Jay was at Novo with Black and Emory
[01:00.504]Run my hood, so this shit proceed my reputation
[01:03.826]You already know what's understood, don't need no explanation
[01:07.167]Where we at with it?
[01:08.189]
[01:09.982][Interlude: Earl Sweatshirt]
[01:10.491]I never forget a face
[01:12.533]You can picture it (Ugh)
[01:13.538]
[01:14.808][Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
[01:15.065]Niggas winnin' Grammys now, five-star livin'
[01:16.350]On the 5 South, jammin' out, Heisman magic
[01:19.388]Stickin' out an arm and they standin' down
[01:22.256]Cram it in, stamp and send the package out, Jackson-style
[01:25.098]Something wicked inbound, fast
[01:27.625]Wind whippin' up disasters in the distant clouds
[01:30.448]Hit the basement, the moon full at its roundest
[01:33.806]Wolves howlin', cleared up a couple counts
[01:36.971]New Challenger growl, blues from the interstate
[01:40.276]Sorrowfulness and rule, futile debates
[01:43.614]The brook blew the game, never knew it was a place
[01:47.248]Pourin' grapes on the dates etched on the headstones over the grave
[01:52.114]In any case, if I seem distant and reserved, then give me space
[01:56.477]Heavy pinch of herb send me on my way
[01:59.775]Head of the herd, making sure everyone got a plate
[02:03.650]Left here disturbed with a look on my face
[02:07.234]Bet, my spirit spur when I try to wake
[02:10.349]I got on with no delay, gotta play from lessons learned
[02:13.905]Got burned when my welcome got overstayed
[02:16.776]I hold a old and faithful, I know the aim
[02:19.608]And I know it say somethin' 'bout "know your neighbor"
[02:24.186]
[02:24.933][Interlude: Roc Marciano]
[02:25.190]What happened to that old saying? (Yeah, boy)
[02:25.963]
[02:26.983][Verse 3: Roc Marciano]
[02:27.246]Broke generational curses with my cursive (Yup)
[02:29.819]I understand the game and I know all of the inner workings (I do)
[02:33.462]The pain run deep, you only see what it is on the surface
[02:36.065]My bitch in there squeaky-clean, but the work was sittin' in her cervix (Boofed it)
[02:40.210]For all the dirt, we might need detergent for cleanin' purpose
[02:43.093]Bloody money in the machine circlin', the precursor
[02:46.975]You might've even heard my sneakers chirpin' like Peewee Kirkland
[02:49.804]Gotta watch where you keep them birds 'cause them people lurkin' (Watch)
[02:52.683]Feet first, I jump in the deepest current, I'm keepin' it current
[02:56.327]Let off a hundred clip reoccurrin' and let 'em clean up your urine (Brr)
[02:59.962]Whip the steering wheel of the Urus, you malnourished (Stop)
[03:03.351]All this chicken, niggas came down with salmonella (Woo)
[03:06.663]Screw the compressor on the TEC, it ain't make a sound like a Tesla
[03:10.267]This shit was loud as a whisper (Shh), the stick spin you round like a twister
[03:15.040]Your wig was messed up, plug you out like a cigarette butt right out the Fisker
[03:20.721]Marci
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