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Correct Open Mic\\Aquarius III Lyrics
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Correct Open Mic\\Aquarius III
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[Intro: Damian Lemar Hudson] Okay, settle, settle, settle, settle, ladies and gentlemen, settle down Okay, so, this next brother we're gonna bring up to the stage usually does not come in on Monday nights You're in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemen Give it to Mr. Hall [Verse 1] Rip out my soul from the depths of my flesh Flesh from my blood I caress Right on the page so it's fresh I take my time, but express Lot on my mind, but I guess It's just in my genes like a Glock 17, like a genetic scene Kick in the door, we blow it off the hinge Music my drug, tie it off, then inject the syringe It's in my blood, ain't no need to pretend Therapist tell me I don't need to defend Therapy tell me I don't need to explain Just drop the record on the needle and express my pain Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign My queen's by my side like Manhattan Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction My rendition is not meant for your diction Battled addiction in the womb A crack baby by definition Keys to ignition with no permission That mean that I'm driven Alive 'cause I'm living Fuck workin' with what you've been given I knew I always wanted more like The Roots in nine-five And I'll be sure to do more for my family than mine did 'Cause hip-hop rhymes taught me more than my moms did Didn't drink 'til I was twenty-five 'cause I'm my mom's kid All I knew was alcoholism and prison Only saw domestic violence and racial division Social worker trying to take me away But I know that group home probably worse, hell nah, no way At least I know my odds here, I'ma be okay Adapted to the lifestyle, so I'ma be okay [Interlude] Keep that one just in case, yeah [Verse 2] I'm just an entity My dna not my identity Finding serenity Become a better man, I better be For the child in my baby mama stummy, never crummy We get big bread Tryin' to be the greatest, that shit been dead I'm trying to be the happiest that I can be instead I'm trying to get ahead like a fetus Money don't complete us, but it feed us, it can lead us to depression Being rich is not a blessing, fame is not a blessing Wasn't 'til I was rich and famous, I learned that lesson What's the meaning of life, to live it, what I'm guessing [Verse 3] Live it, live it Living life like this is so crazy Hip-hop is amazing One day, you're on top and the next, they want to erase 'em Goddamn, what I'm facing Every day a new frustration People thinking I'm complacent People thinking that I changed like a cashier But I can't let that register, get the fuck up on out of here Buy a brick and roll it, light it, get high as the stratosphere I can hear the voices in my mind when I rhyme Give it up, you're out of time Never even had a prime Like the Preemo never linked up with 5'9" Bitch, I'm back like the muscles surrounding my vertebrae Okay, fuck what you gotta say I keep it going, already know when I'm flowing For the listener, you're kind of like a therapist Or rather Cole in 2005, flowing like Canibus That throwback shit, yeah, that throwback shit Fuck what you heard, my catalog, it ain't got no wack shit 'Cause I'm a gladiator in the Colosseum, everybody wanna be him 'Til they feel like they can't be him, then they wanna see him lose Wrote this poem in navy, that's what I call singing the blues Word to Dot D, my family got me, no carbon copy Life can hit you harder than Drago But if I roll with the punches when it's rocky, don't ever stop me Never top me, never cocky, I'm never cocky Okay, well, maybe sometimes Occasionally in some rhymes But it's fine, in due time I'm the illest to ever do it, come now, Bobby Boy, cool it An indigenous era of the indigenous emcee Riding this motherfucker 'til the tank on E What's up? [Interlude] (You-you-you-you-you) (You-you), yeah, uh Yeah, uh, yeah (Yeah) Uh, uh, yeah, yeah (You-you-you-you-you-you-you) Uh, yeah Uh, yeah (You-you-you-you-you-you-you) [Verse 4] Fuck all the bullshit, dig from deep down inside I wrote this sitting shotgun in my favorite ride Reflecting on memories from my childhood Bringing a baby in this world, I hope my child good All I ever gave a fuck about was my career But all that shit out the window now that my son is here Fuck sales and streams, none of that shit entails dreams Fuck rap, fuck press, fuck feeling like I'm less If it ain't 'bout my happiness, than I could give a fuck less I remember window shopping Now I'm shopping for windows for my baby new room Bobby coming soon And that's the type of line I would've second-guessed Putting on my shit before Out of fear that they would hate 'cause they couldn't relate 'Cause it wasn't relevant Give a fuck if it's evident, this right here is the evidence I'm like Leo in Revenant, bear with me You could tear me apart But that won't take away the fact I wrote this shit from the heart Where it's built from the start Where it's finna stay I've learned every day's a good day Surrounded by people that love me Don't want nothing from me but my happiness Off the internet, that's when I'm at my happiest Scrolling so much, my thumb fucked up We call that carpal tunnel vision Follow me like religion on this course of collision Feeling imprisoned, and this is my freedom through these lyrics As I repeat them and beat 'em into my conscience like Adonis All this lyricism straight to the dome like cocaine through the sinus I think I finally found my paradise, that's word to Thomas
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