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[Common] Yeah!
Yeah!
[Common] Nigga deep in
the rhythm, experience speak Some keepin' the wisdom, the life hustlers
seek I seeking it with em, i'm dope the streets need me to hit em With
some of that (revolutionary rap) Revolutionary blunted rap My peoples want
hits, I hit it from the back Under the cherry moon, I hold notes and carry
tunes My guise pack heat enough to bury June, on my feet Im getting
married soon, walking in the clouds like Mary Bethune Fumes of a real nigga
seep into your room Or through fifthteens of the your jeep that you
boom Son so many cats, they call me high noon Offerings to Osun hoping war
is over soon Guard your grill like George Foreman Time to build, as far as
building im the doorman, opening doors My blood I expose on the floors, tell
them the game aint only the score Hold on to your life as I carry these
styles To have you tapping your head like Darius Miles You aint supposed
to rhyme, better off with a clothing line In this business of pimps, many
hoes get signed Opposed to shine so me holding the blinds Mixing golden
seal and wine, holding a nine In the age of
aquaruis...
[Chorus] [Singing] The water that arrives
(ba-ba ba ba) To purify the world (du-ba ba ba) Flying through the night
(du ba-ba ba ba) So watch out here he comes (du-du ba ba ba) Aquarius!
[echoes]
[Common] Between churches and liquor stores, my
mic leaks With raps, all over your head like Tweet Playing with yourself,
thinking the game is just wealth Hot for a minute, watch your name just
melt Same spot where it's joyous, where the pain is felt As you build and
destroy yo remain yourself They say im slept on, now im bucking in
dreams And rhyme with the mind of a hustler scheme Or the struggle of
feinds, I flow over water thats as troubled as teens For the love of the
team, trying to double the dream Be greatful like the chruch psalm my
grandmother sings Im rubbing my rings across the domes of
clones Punchlines like Roy Jones with poems While you and your dogs foam
at the mouth Thinking rap is the only way out The black human genius will
never play out I take you way out, where you never been before Been it
since birth, sent to replish the Eatrh That truck that you roll is like a
miniature hearse I deaded your shit before you finished a verse From
niggas to gods from bitches to earths From Nat to Truck Turner that lives in
my verse Realness is an act that you cannot rehearse Holla back, but
listen first We in the age of aquarius...
[Chorus
x2]
Aquarius! [x2]
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