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Domo Genesis x Alchemist- Elimination Chamber Feat. Earl, Vince Staples and Action Bronson
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Domo Genesis
Domo Genesis
Vocals
Action Bronson
Action Bronson
Vocals
Earl Sweatshirt
Earl Sweatshirt
Vocals
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Ariyan Arslani
Ariyan Arslani
Songwriter
Dominique Cole
Dominique Cole
Songwriter
Thebe Kgositsile
Thebe Kgositsile
Songwriter
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, um, yo
Oh-so cocky, you can't stop me in this old Versace
**** watch me in the streets like it's roller hockey
Your bitch is floppy, givin' sloppy while she call me, "Papi"
Takin' the doggies right to the face like she Kobiyashi
You ****' flow is washy, I'm gettin' mines dry cleaned
Tight seam, it might seem I'm sellin' bitches pipe dreams
Hi, fiends, I'm back with a bag of them packed white things
My Nikes clean, I see these **** hatin' through my ice blings
I'm a bad motherfucker, I ain't use a rubber
Super lover, so soon, you'll say hello to your newest brother
The truest colors what I bleed, but you ain't seen enough of
**** leaking, you gon' have to go see the deacon, you stupid sucker
Young Dom, say you old **** should wrap it up
You whack, focus back on the craft, you hardly rap enough
The fattest blunt, and death to that pop-hop, I ain't ask for much
And stop askin' for them collabs 'cause all you bastards suck
[Verse 2]
This that thirty-deep-in-Saugus shit
Fire-starter squadron, dodgin' coppers since—
Ask her why she dropping, cuz, it's probably 'cause he prodigious
Pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheesy
And bass leave your face greasy, artisan, paint easy
Thick bristle type **** on a bitch steez
Stanzas diesel like Vic Tanny on a fritz,
Whoops, system overload, itchin' for a foe to poach
Spittin' like the engine on a motherfuckin' motorboat
Gold glisten under overcoat
Missin' all affection for these ****
Redirectin' all these ****
Very literal, type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal
Drunk and driving, twisty, how he inked up in the swimming pool?
Hundred stand against me, I'm a menace, void a villain, sue me
Driving into fences 'cause I hit the whip a little woozy
Bitch, I'm busy cruising, 'scuse me
[Verse 3]
Can't even walk up in the church without these **** tryna testify
I live to die, better that than to live a lie
I rap better than most these rap veterans
Hard-headed and hopeless, hope that God let us in
Mama didn't wanna give birth to a ****
Should've murdered a ****, I'm a cancer to the youth
Automatics out the roof, .380 with the weave in it
On sight, scary as prom nights with Carrie
Or car rides with Berry— that's Halle, not Brent
Shooting like Brent and his brother, doin' what daddy had did
**** want Grammys and shit, that's funny to me
'Cause since the first take, it's been about money to me
I'm just tryin' to get what Diddy got, doin' what got Biggie shot
They told me that I wasn't shit, but left me in a litter box
Give it up and get a job
[Verse 4]
Ugh, get a job, bitch
I'm like the boss from the end of the Nintendo game
My brain is on another level, I can feel the devil's pain
Only address me by my reverend name— the good doctor
The good author, good brain in a good Porsche
Dancing drunk in dress pants like I'm a hunk
Backflip in a jacuzzi, forty floors inside the Trump
Front-flip into this high-yellow Chinese bitch's rump
Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch
I roll a joint like a Mutumbo arm, I'm high cousin
Every time I roll the dice, it's five hundred
When I order wine, it's nine hundred, French chefs kneel before me
End of story, take a shorty to the sortee
That's the bathroom, you already know what happens there
I pull my swimming trunks down
She suck me through the boxer while I'm wearin' flip-flops
Shit's real, grip the wheel, lift steel
[Outro]
That's it
Yeah, woo
Fuck yeah, hello
Fanfare, bravo, encore
Written by: Alan Maman, Ariyan Arslani, Dominique Cole, Thebe Kgositsile, Vince Staples

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