Aquarius

[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...