American musician, record producer, DJ, rapper, The Alchemist unveils the visual for the self-produced “TV Dinners” track featuring Boldy James & Sideshow. Watch the video, listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.
The Alchemist has been having a better year than most. The prolific producer kicked the year off with a Grammy nomination alongside Freddie Gibbs for their collaborative work on Alfredo. The project remains in rotation for plenty of hip-hop heads but both Gibbs and The Alchemist have kept the ball rolling with their own respective efforts. The Alchemist has already released a few projects this year including Carry The Fire and Haram with Armand Hammer.
On Friday, Alc returned with another new project titled, This Things Of Ours. The eight track project includes four original tracks plus their instrumentals with appearances from some of his frequent collaborators including Boldy James. Along with Sideshow, the three artist connect for “TV Dinners.” Boldy James and Sideshow reflect on the dope game and their hustler ambitions.
The Alchemist – TV Dinners (ft. Boldy James & Sideshow) (prod. The Alchemist)
[Intro: Sample & Sideshow]
Why you keep on bitchin’ about Monte man?
Ain’t shit gon’ happen, alright? Alright?
Damn, we just gon’ find these little marks and smoke ’em
Shit ain’t that hard
[Verse 1: Sideshow]
You got killers, nigga, I’m a killer
You need a gun, I need a 3D printer
My guns are long, your paper ten inch, nigga
I run the money East quick like a [?] sprinter
‘Cause I’m supposed to, stand on my money like Kareem in the post
I want the most, like, can’t you see we winners?
Judge tried to give our asses the most
My best friend servin’ ten, eatin’ TV dinners
Why you think I never laugh at your jokes?
And oftentimes, I’m mean-muggin’, you don’t see me grinnin’
You wanna meet the plug, but, moe, I’m tryna be that nigga
That’s why I play the game cold like a DC winter
Singin’ birds don’t come by my window
I got some swans on the floor
And what you want? I got that shit for the low
My Detroit partner got that shit that you pour
And I be sippin’ too much of it, I’m gone
And screamin’ “Free Fleas”, I can’t wait ’til you home
But with my brothers every day on the phone
And that money right here waitin’ for you, this shit ain’t a loan
It’s off the strength, blood, muscle, and bone
Got it off the stress, weed, broken flip phones
Me and the homies have needs, so we kicked in the door
Goin’ through shit, I’d rather cry on my own
These people don’t really know who I am
They just know the destruction I can
No, will do for my fam
I keep a hammer if, when in a jam
[Interlude: The Sopranos Sample]
For the same reasons, we’re soldiers
Soldiers don’t go to Hell
Soldiers, they kill other soldiers
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Blew a fifty on a Dwele, with girly out in LA
Tryna stick me, gotta get up earlier than Thebe
Goyard skully, gazin’ at the stars in the Culli’
It’s still Hell Block hully-gully
Gift wrap them brickies then we kidnap them slippies
Forties on deck like a six pack on mickeys
Name heavy in the street as a rose gold Phillipe
Came fully AP’d, now I need a Richie
Wasn’t takin’ ’til I hit it with the G-rizzy
Watched it come together, full circle, did a 360
Cut it with the lactose and get a free fifty
Reekin’ of second hand crack smoke and cheap whiskey
Ghost Glock on my waist, made a killin’ off the noise
Block so hot, got the paint peelin’ off the walls
Quarter, half brick, whole brick, I can move it all
Auntie want it quick, gettin’ sick, goin’ through withdrawals
Where we at?
I stay home for a week, I ain’t touch nothin’
And, and next week, I was smokin’ again
It’s contagious, isn’t that right?
I wanna better my life, you know
I don’t wanna be runnin’ around the streets
Gettin’ high, you know
And not carin’ about my whereabouts, myself, my personal hygiene
No matter how great a saint you are (Yeah)
If you hang around sinner (Goodness)