Hit-Boy & The Alchemist – Slipping Into Darkness Lyrics

The first collaboration between the legendary producers/part-time rappers Hit-Boy and The Alchemist where they trade beats as Hit-Boy said in the song:

Alchemist over a Hit-Boy beat, Hit-Boy over a Alchemist beat

Elliot Wilson shared a snippet of the intro to the song on Twitter and the official release was revealed by Hit-Boy few hours before its premiere on YouTube, it was released on DSPs 4 days after the YouTube video premiere.

Slipping Into Darkness Lyrics by Hit-Boy & The Alchemist

Part I

[Intro: The Alchemist]
Artists livin’ comfortably, yeah
Yeah, let me fly (Fly)

[Verse: The Alchemist & Hit-Boy]
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 (Fabric)
My shirt and slacks, thirty racks, plus the fur jacket, no turnin’ backwards (No turnin’ back)
Forward motion, I pour mimosas, got me more in focus (Yup)
Got my foot inside the door, then tore it open
Now we goin’ dumb, throwin’ money, I’m from the Sunshine State (Yes)
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 (More)
Shoot out the lights, I’m puttin’ fifty up
Then hang my jersey in the rafters, right next to Hit (What up?)
Hoppin’ out the Trans Am, flexin’ the fit (See me?)
Fuck all the talk, just cut the check and split (Fuck outta here)
Floor seats while I’m sippin’, my piña colada was drippin’ on my Pippen (On my Pippen)
But I never get to slippin’ into darkness (Dark)
[Chorus: The Alchemist & Hit-Boy]
You never catch me slippin’ into darkness (Dark)
Never catch me slippin’ (Never)

[Interlude: Hit-Boy]
Alchemist over a Hit-Boy beat, Hit-Boy over a Alchemist beat
Let’s do it

Part II

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
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 nigga, I’m the best student Kanye ever had
Fell out with certain niggas fast, ’cause I put shit 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
Niggas’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 nigga you say congrats to
Still put the shit 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 (For the landin’)
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 niggas thought I lost my step
‘Til I did them Nas projects, this time you cannot deflect (Cannot)
I am who I am, I’m never slippin’ into darkness in this all-white Lamb

[Chorus: Hit-Boy]
I’m never slippin’ into darkness (Never slippin’, never slippin’)
But they bringin’ me to the darkness (To the darkness, darkness), look

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
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 fuck with Mustard, he can make that ratchet shit with his eyes closed
But now I’m startin’ to wonder, can that nigga 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 niggas the royal flush, no Roto-Rooter
It’s Hit-Boy buckin’, just so you niggas 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 behavior, that shit that shattered my trust (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 (Out for Hit)
So I freestyled this verse over The Alchemist (Over the Alchemist)
[Outro]
Hit-Boy
I know it’s been a while, I’ve been sleepin’ on some gems too
But Greg Street’s question of the day today is:
”How do you know everything, and you ain’t never did shit?
How you got all the answers, but you ain’t never did nothin’?”