| Nigga deep in the rhythm, experience speaks
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| I’m keepin' the wisdom, the life hustlers seek
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| I seekin' it with 'em
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| I’m dope, the streets need me to hit 'em
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| With some of that (revolutionary rap) revolutionary blunted rap
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| My peoples want hits, I hit it from the back
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| Under the cherry moon, I hold notes and carry tunes
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| My guys pack heat, enough to bury June
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| On my feet, I’m getting married soon
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| Walking in the clouds like Mary Bethune
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| The fumes of a real nigga seep into your room
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| Or through fifthteens of the Jeep that you boom
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| Son so many cats, they call me high noon
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| Offerings to Oshun, hoping war is over soon
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| Guard your grill like George Foreman
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| Time to build, as far as building, I’m the doorman
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| Opening doors, my blood I expose on the floors
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| Tell them the game ain’t only the score
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| Hold on to your life as I carry these styles
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| To have you tapping your head like Darius Miles
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| You ain’t supposed to rhyme, better off with a clothing line
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| In this business of pimps, many hoes get signed
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| Opposed to shine so me holding the blinds
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| Mixing golden seal and wine, holding a nine
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| In the age of Aquarius
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| The water that arrives (do-ba-ba ba ba)
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| To purify the world (do-ba ba ba)
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| Flying through the night (do-ba-ba ba ba)
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| So watch out, here he comes (do do-ba-ba ba)
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| Aquarius (Aquarius, Aquarius)
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| Between churches and liquor stores, my mic leaks
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| With raps, all over your head like Tweet
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| Playing with yourself, thinking the game is just wealth
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| Hot for a minute, watch your name just melt
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| Same spot where it’s joyous where the pain is felt
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| As you build and destroy, yo remain yourself
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| They say I’m slept on, now I’m bucking in dreams
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| And rhyme with the mind of a hustler scheme
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| Or the struggle of fiends
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| I flow over water that’s as troubled as teens
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| For the love of the team, trying to double the dream
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| Be grateful like the church psalm my grandmother sings
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| I’m rubbing my rings across the domes of clones
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| Punchlines like Roy Jones with poems
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| While you and your dogs foam at the mouth
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| Thinking rap is the only way out
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| The black human genius will never play out
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| I take you way out, where you never been before
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| Been it since birth, sent to replenish the Earth
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| That truck that you roll is like a miniature hearse
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| I deaded your shit before you finished a verse
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| From niggas to gods from bitches to earths
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| From Nat to Truck Turner that lives in my verse
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| Realness is an act that you cannot rehearse
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| Holla back, but listen first
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| We in the age of Aquarius
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| The water that arrives (do-ba-ba ba ba)
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| To purify the world (do-ba ba ba)
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| Flying through the night (do-ba-ba ba ba)
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| So watch out, here he comes (do do-ba-ba ba)
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| Aquarius (Aquarius, Aquarius)
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| The water that arrives (do-ba-ba ba ba)
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| To purify the world (do-ba ba ba)
|
| Flying through the night (do-ba-ba ba ba)
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| So watch out, here he comes (do do-ba-ba ba)
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| Aquarius (Aquarius, Aquarius)
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| Aquarius (Aquarius, Aquarius)
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| Aquarius (Aquarius, Aquarius) |