Lyrics Slipping Into Darkness – Hit-Boy, The Alchemist

Artists livin’ comfortably, yeah
Yeah, let me fly..
Never seen before, or heard in this fashion
Convert the work to magic
Bury a beat six-feet, pour dirt in the casket
Hard to imitate, I’m cut from a certain fabric
My shirt and slacks, thirty racks
Plus the fur jacket, no turnin’ backwards

Forward motion, I pour mimosas, got me more in focus
Got my foot inside the door, then tore it open
Now we goin’ dumb, throwin’ money
I’m from the Sunshine State
When I eat, I need a plus-size plate

The main event is this
My jewelry look like the Great Adventure Slick
Promote this pain, a stencil on the brick, with my insignia
You made a little splash in the wavepool, I’m even drippier
Shoot out the lights, I’m puttin’ fifty up
Then hang my jersey in the rafters, right next to Hit
Hoppin’ out the TransAm, flexin’ the fit
F**k all the talk, just cut the check and split
Floor seats while I’m sippin’
My Piña colada was drippin’ on my Pippen
But I never get to slippin’ into darkness
You never catch me slippin’ into darkness
Never catch me slippin’

Alchemist over a Hit-Boy beat
Hit-Boy over a Alchemist beat
Let’s do it

I’m not for everybody, but I am who I am
I am what I am, no back and forth, no Martin and Pam
TSA gotta check my wrist, and all they can say is Damn!
When you move how you wanna move
You gon’ make somebody mad
My n**ga, I’m the best student Kanye ever had
Fell out with certain n**gas fast, ’cause I put s**t on blast
That’s how you smother out the nonsense
I’m hungry as a hostage
They hit with me the blockage, but I made it out the gauntlet
Took short but long trips, what I know for sure is this
N**gas’ll backstab you way quicker than they’ll stab for you
And that might be more soulful than goin’ to Church’s after church
You cross your man, but what was it worth
You die with a chain, they runnin’ your hearse

I guess I’m not the type of n**ga you say congrats to
Still put the s**t on my back and my shoulders if I have to
I’m thinkin’ both of these two cities should go build my statue
Pasadena and Fontana, I brought chips back through
They thought they knew my sound, I leveled up, I’m highly blessed
Add me on your IG, while you play this on your project steps
Two feet on the concrete, somehow n**gas thought I lost my step
‘Til I did them Nas projects, this time you cannot deflect
I am who I am, I’m never slippin’ into darkness in this all-white Lamb
I’m never slippin’ into darkness
But they bringin’ me to the darkness, look

I’m usually homeboys with producers I get compared to
But on this one, I wanna see ’em stretched out, extra legroom
I don’t really know dude, he seem like a cool cat
But I never once heard Metro Boomin do boom bap
I never heard a Southside beat without a 808 in it
H.B. in drunk-driver mode, I swerve in every lane with it
I f**k with Mustard
He can make that ratchet s**t with his eyes closed
But now I’m startin’ to wonder, can that n**ga chop soul

I just seen Yung Berg spoke on the wave
I should do him like Trick Trick and snatch Hit out his name
I had decoded the game, I had the coldest of days
I’m like Deebo on his cruiser
How you got no credits without co-producers
Time to give these n**gas the royal flush, no Roto-Rooter
It’s Hit-Boy buckin’, just so you n**gas know the shooter
Jugg season, I’m in the A playin’ Young Scooter
Needed to see me in broad day from the walkway

This feel like childhood summer trips
I’ve been a modest supplicant
They rob you for publishin’, that feel like a punishment
How people I only met once, don’t look like none of us
Movin’ with this wild behaviour, that s**t that shattered my trust
Build a million statues in my likeness
And I ain’t dissin’ on nobody, I ain’t even write this
It came to me in a dream, they had it out for Hit
So I freestyled this verse over The Alchemist

Hit-Boy, I know it’s been a while
I’ve been sleepin’ on some gems too
But Greggs Street’s question of the day today is
How do you know everything, and you ain’t never did s**t
How you got all the answers, but you ain’t never did nothin’…

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