Boldy James & The Alchemist – Pots And Pans (ft. The Cool Kids & Shorty K) (Audio, Lyrics)


Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to “Pots And Pans” by Boldy James & The Alchemist featuring The Cool Kids & Shorty K. The song was produced by The Alchemist.

Boldy James & The Alchemist Pots And Pans

Boldy James & The Alchemist Pots And Pans

Is it 2010? This artist line-up might have you think so. It’s pretty amazing to see how Boldy James’ career has been re-shaped and is taking off, once again, after a bit of a lull. The Detroit rapper, who is also blood cousins with Chuck Inglish, first rose to internet prominence back in 2011 with his Trapper’s Alley mixtape, which is still a very dope listen if you’ve never heard it (“Home Invasion” is as hard as ever). The follow-up mixtapes, as well, including Consignment and Jammin’ 30 in the Morning. However, Boldy remained a more obscure, underground figure. He signed to Mass Appeal briefly, where he released his debut album My 1st Chemistry Set, but he didn’t really get a chance to flourish.

Now, the rapper is back at it with some assistance from the Alchemist and a new co-sign from the Griselda camp. Boldy has always been extremely dexterous and technical with his words and flow, so it’s a perfect match for him to link his skillset with someone like Alchemist. Although it does mean his sound has evolved and changed since he first broke out– with initial production from people like Brains, Tye Hill, Big Duke and Blended Babies, his sound was a bit darker and harder, and with The Alchemist it’s become a bit more boom-bap-influenced. I cannot understate how good yet overlooked Boldy’s early music was (!).

After dropping their second joint effort together, The Price of Tea in China back in February, the two are readying a deluxe edition with four new songs. Today we’re being treated to one of those songs, which features The Cool Kids and Shorty K – both were fixtures in the blog era. Shorty K, in particular, has been noticeably absent, while The Cool Kids have more or less been weaving in and out of the rap game, coming back together on certain occasions. It appears Boldy James’ music is one such occasion. And it’s dope to see these former affiliates all link back up on the clanging, and aptly-titled “Pots and Pans.”

Boldy James & The Alchemist – Pots And Pans (ft. The Cool Kids & Shorty K) (prod. The Alchemist)


[Intro: Boldy James]
Where we at with it
Let’s get it

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
SK, niggas said they Heffin’, but they jeffin’ (Yeah)
Original Coolio concrete, yeah, two-two-seven (Yeah)
The Legend of Zelda, me and Rocks was the first ones
For the lunatics, dropped a song ’bout them Force Ones
I was rockin’ Unos (Ayy), fresh up out the youth homes
Charged me as an adult, since then I been too grown (Uh)
Nobody couldn’t tell me I was headin’ up the wrong road
Drug dealin’, thuggin’, young nigga with a old soul
Rose gold wires, hoppin’ out the Panamera
Two twin Glocks with thirties, call ’em Tia and Tamera
Fours on the Riviera (Skrrt), VLONE in the Carrera
Leone, that Sierra, couple whole ones in the spare
Caught your baby in the mirror puttin’ on her mascara
Couldn’t tell her we was dirty ’cause I didn’t wanna scare her
This the reason I was spirit, told her keep me in her prayers
We be wreakin’ all the havoc, we be bringin’ all the terror
(I am the one)

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
I flipped a file cabinet in my meeting with the execs
I need another advance, I need it ASAP
Formula One, Maseratis and race tracks
Form an opinion on us, just take a breath
[?] keep us in the neck when I’m depressed
Holla at a nigga, break bread, throw it back my way
We down in Miami, my bitch said, “Dale”
Jacuzzi with the shottay, don’t hop out your body
Hunnid dollar sangria, Santa Maria (Yeah)
They think we doin’ black magic whenever we re-up
Kiwi color ‘Ghini truck, niggas see we up (Damn)
Athletic niggas better get they Wheaties up
M-16, no BB gun, never see me run (Uh)
Me and Chuck the new DMC and Run
Pimp C and Bun, brodie got the [?]
We be like, “Hell yeah, we finna do well there”
Long as there’s a scale there, yeah
Have ’em waitin’ in line like they in welfare, yeah
Trap rollin’ like a wheelchair (Right, right)
The dope so good, that drug be still here, yeah

[Verse 3: Shorty K]
Do the dash in a Porsche ’til the engine sound hoarse (Yeah)
Spent fuckin’ up a check, never gave it no remorse (Hah)
Used to run that A-Z just to bring ’em back North (Yeah)
I was paranoid as Hell with them pictures in the door (Yup), for real
My right hand turn left and squeal
Put my shooters on his momma, better give her a shield
Hit her at the stop sign, car came to a yield
One call turn his whole life to Amityville, yeah
Y’all don’t play how we play (Nah)
Spendin’ bands back to back, no DJ
I been in my bag since potato sack relays
Only difference now is pissin’ off the DA (Uh-huh)
Yeah, she know the whip a hunnid thousand (Thousand)
Big shoes on the whip, the coupe’s clownin’ (Coupe clownin’)
No cap, what I look like, Steve Stoute? (Steve Stoute)
All this water on my neck, my shit a fountain

[Verse 4: Chuck Inglish]
Homie made football, shit gone and I took off
Truck of niggas pushin’ chinstrap through the toolbar
Never been a cue ball, yeah, I knock a few off
You could have the stripes, I keep the solid like a two-ball
Off the corner, in the pockets, that’s how I aim and shoot
Line this pool stick up and make sure I follow through
Off the break, finna skate off a plate, that’s a eight
Bring another case, you better pay me my rate
So tell me what you want
I’ma tell you what you don’t
I need you run that dishwasher, put the dishes up
And I really ‘preciate it, used a coaster for that cup, nigga

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