Roc Marciano, The Alchemist – The Horns Of Abraxas

Lyrics The Horns Of Abraxas – Roc Marciano & The Alchemist

Okay, check this out, man, let me tell you a story
About doing a f**king favor for a friend, right
He gave me a car, I start driving
He wanted me to dump it somewhere in Long Island
Like out in some, you know
Marsh or some wild field or some bulls**t
That wasn’t something unexpected
‘Cause the n**ga been doing dirt for years
He gets in, he gets out, but this time it’s the feds
So I know it’s serious business

Heads or tails, death or jail
The road to success was hell
With the bones of the dead soldiers, we left a trail
Your soul just left your shell
The cobra shed it’s scales, the coke was Pelle Pelle
The rose Rollie pink Champelle
Handlin’ pills, Sam Cassell, slide on ’em
Hit em’ up style, Blu Cantrell, you can’t tell

Uh, the final level like ice, this a zeitgeist
I bit the red Mike and Ike
Put out your lights like
you got hit by Iron Mike with the right
I’m just on the mic exorcising my rights
Wild life, bite ya windpipe
I’m not the type
you wanna pick up at night tryna hitchhike
Look what I did with just a kitchen knife
The only thing missing was spice
I always had this particular vice

Right before your very eyes with no surprise

I fantasize about a Fantacide
I’m standing over your dead parents fanning flies
The Porsche Panamera, it flies
I’m wearing Fear of God, but I don’t even fear God
The cardiologist can’t hear my heart

I’m dark
Did a lot of robberies in the Skylark
Left tire marks
All this ice, it don’t hide my scars
The firearm, it belong on a tripod
Got this far without even trying hard
Imagine if I apply my smarts
Marci’

So I was gloved up, I ain’t left no prints in the motherf**ker
So I’m like, yo, this s**t is just abandoned
So, my curiosity got to me
Sayin’, why does this s**t stink, right
I pop the trunk, and listen, my n**ga
Two dead bodies in the back of the trunk
Plastic bags over they heads, covered in maggots
Maggots, two dead motherf**kers
I’m looking at this s**t, I’m like, this n**ga…

Written by Ice-T & Roc Marciano
Album: The Elephant Man’s Bones: Pimpire Edition
Produced by The Alchemist
Roc Marciano | The Alchemist | 2022