3rd Person Lyrics – Boldy James & The Alchemist

Bo Chapo (Uh-uh, uh)
The one and only
Big Creature
What else?

It’s stretch gang (Brr), heavy press gang (Press)
If this was a multiple choice test
More or less, D, all the above, let them select James (Boldy Blocks)
Finessed all of my plugs ‘fore the connect came (Been known)
Had the Audemar flooded, did the Patek plain
Was fuckin’ Hollywood bitches, now I’m on to my next fling
The best thing about it all is how I’m zest clean
With thirty foot tall ceilings, wakin’ up on the west wing (Ch-ching)
Had to meet Cheen on the East, off Hubbard and Met
Told me when he OT, pull up OG, or gon’ bump into smack (Bro bro)
Besides this, ain’t been on shit, tryna run up them racks
Look at my whip, I ain’t copped this with no money from rap
You never cooked or whipped the ‘caine, took a brick from a lame
Niggas ain’t puttin’ in no pain, nobody slid yet (Why not?)
Who really pressin’? Niggas snitchin’, should’ve said less (Nerd)
227, realest niggas out the midwest, what else?

They never even seen my face in person (Oh, nah)
Told a statement to them people, wrote his name in cursive
Got him in line, but my pieces willin’ to take it further (Brr)
All of the chargers that I beat would only make it worser (Swear to God)
How many times you think that you can get away with murder? (I did)
How many times you think that you can get away with murder? (Uh)
My daughter and my son need me, so I can’t desert ’em (What else?)
How many times you think that you can get away with murder? (Uh-uh, let’s get it)

Not to mention, in dedication, I done saved lives
On two separate different occasions, I was grazed twice (God bless)
Wish I could say the same for him, he couldn’t catch a break (Tried)
He hesitated, now that nigga in a better place (Amen)
I knew as soon as I get out, they always actin’ friendly (Skrrt)
He boostin’ on his body count, I call him Captain Planet
Tellin’ turtle, that ain’t my gun, somebody had to plant it
Learned from the last run to never take the bag for granted
Broke off Denise a fifty piece, she wanted half a gram (I got you)
They come and get their fix from me, I’m like a trap mechanic (Pull up)
My plug from Argentina (Bueno), his bro was half Hispanic (Pedro)
Threw me a ki’ for a feature, want me to rap in Spanish (Yeah)
Call my right hand the pack (Ayy), ’cause he slap the hardest
Hit me with a block of china white, I had to Jackie Chan it (Skrrt)
That Rolls hoggin’ up two lanes, where I had to park it (Do it)
Can’t put no stock clips on my glicko, this bitch aftermarket (Chk-chk)
It’s on

They never even seen my face in person (What else?)
Told a statement to them people, wrote his name in cursive
Got him in line, but my pieces willin’ to take it further (Brr)
All of the chargers that I beat would only make it worser (Uh)
How many times you think that you can get away with murder? (I did)
How many times you think that you can get away with murder?
My daughter and my son need me, so I can’t desert ’em (I can’t)
How many times you think that you can get away with murder? (Let’s get it)