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aqualeo - what's really goin' on? lyrics

:[hook: acie]

so, if everyone can buy the bar?
and if everyone’s either selling or smokin’ dope?
then, how is everyone a star?
when i know, that mostly everyone is broke? huh

so what’s really goin’ on?
what’s really goin’ on?
what’s really goin’ on?
what’s really goin’ on?
what’s really goin’ on?
what’s really goin’ on?
what’s really goin’ on?
what’s really, what’s really goin’ on?

[verse 1: acie]
ah, so these n-ggas wanna front now?
don’t know who aqualeo is, when you’re speakin’ frontline?
ya’ll forgot style wars and all them punchlines
we in the best in houston, truth and daz not on one line!
what? cause a n-gga don’t want to come ’round
and frolic with the same n-ggas from sun up, to sun down?
go home and tweet the same n-ggas from sun up to down, knowin’ these other rappers get done up and spun ’round
hung up, and gunned down, come run up, i’ll swung now
see, y’all just bump like what comes from a drum sound
i rap a lot like i come from the compound
new frauds like floyd, but they won’t come up with one round
so ace town is what ya’ll come up to run now?
let me get this right, ya’ll come up to bun now?
ya’ll dj screw’d and made a come-up with come down
a couple of shows and y’all done jumped up to gun now?
ha! so how you sum up our run now?
we really swishahouse before they were bummed-up and run-down
on a record million sold and we are some-what? a what now?
we can’t get mentions cause we don’t come up with dumb nouns
so you dumb clucks must come down
can’t even talk chicks in the h is likely come hung their tongue down?
real talk, we walk the real walk
guess when you stand tall, n-ggas wanna make you feel short
so no more, friendly sh-t
smilin’ and dappin’ up
clingin’ wit’ n-ggas up in the bucket and crabbin’ up
don’t come in my face and tell me my flow’s sick
then wait ’till i turn around and whisper some cold sh-t
keep your distance, that’s stand back, stare and grin
get the cameras and film as the masters win
i keep up kim kardashian
so fake ballas hate the king like the gyms in akron
there’s a lack of men, so i cannot put my feet up
should i take a little time off to re-up?
but i see that this, new houston just gon’ try to delete us
and the ones that know the ‘real’, just won’t speak up!
sh-t’s backwards. started with ‘hoes down, and g’s up
there’s a shortage of g’s and these hoes are rollin’ they sleeves up!
actin’ like they can’t get beat up, turn they feet up
then eat up all the beef in the street and regurgitate the meat up!
see every so often it turns quarters and a
new group of n-ggas come with this big firm orders then
they’re takin’ over, and their clique turns harder
like they -ss can’t get spotted like fishburne’s daughter!
see none of them are stackin’ cheese, they stackin’ the wrong clique
of ho-n-ggas jackin’ st–z and jackin’ they own d-ck!
we two-deep in the mix of this and we don’t see come
i’m relaxed like a perm, true, firm as a tree trunk
war paint on, lookin’ eye to eye with these weak punks
intricate n-ggas with confidence, slow as a speed bump
remove your huts, remove your gut, cause i’mma huntin’
be cool for what? ain’t enough food to cut, and i’m a glutton
they scared to speak of us, like it’s cussin’ or somethin’
so we gon’ make em’ put us in the f-ckin’ discussion
ay, that’s what we talkin’ ’bout
and we walkin’ bout. yeah!

[verse 2: priceless]
they see the face-paint, and they wonder about my mic-sk!lls
god in the flesh, yes, now i know how mike feels
try to deny me, but denying me is not real
mention my name with all the rappers that god k!lled
i’m beast on the microphone, almost left the mic alone
but then i picked it back up, when i heard mike along
wanna be startin’ somethin’, yeah that was the t-tle on
the song i heard, now perturbed from all these idle clones!
what they started i will end it, i will blemish the image
and then diminish and finish n-ggas in sentence
i’m sumthin’ like a lieutenant, n-ggas indigents, they tenants
i am the lord; they rent it, n-ggas is dimwits
what i spit is authentic, and like a cynic
i give it to all the critics that’s livid because my pictures is vivid
they demented the jesus figure, they mystic, they missed it
because they some misfits who twist sh-t, cause they s-d-stic
so let me dumb it down, so ya’ll can follow me like twitter
but when i dumb it down, ya’ll don’t acknowledge he’s a spitter
you see i’m comin’ down like wet, out below the silver
like jehovah’s witness my wit is somethin’ as dope as thriller
i must of died, went to h-ll, and came back
resurrected back to this b-tch, spittin’ insane raps
flame-flow, same-glow, somethin’ like usain bolt’s
me? i’m on some other sh-t, like summoning in the mothership
so skip that gutter sh-t, n-gga get with the government
n-ggas is only mad, cause n-ggas don’t get to govern sh-t!
i’m the demiurge, i use many words to animate the
universe by using simply verbs!
that was my past life, me i’m on my last life
these n-ggas first-timers, i swear my verse timeless!
i’m set to expose fakers posing like real g’s
who hide they heads like b-tches posin’ with real weez!
i call ’em front lace n-ggas, cause they front line n-ggas
who like to front live n-ggas, but they’ll get punchline quicker than
lil weezy! n-gga, i’m off the heezy!
can’t leave rap alone, the game needs me!
believe me, player, i got the antidote!
ever since i invoked the n-gga, they call the man g.o.a.t.!
yeah! i was sent to earth to damage hope
cause this about the rain, and when it floods i plan to float!
on a tree trunk, navigatin’ the open sea
showin’ that no other n-gga flowin’ is dope as me!
goin’ where no other n-gga flowin’ could go or be
cause no other n-gga flowin’ notice the sh-t i know i see!
my eyes open, my crown chakra’s illuminatin’
that’s why ya’ll feel i’ve risen up from out the tomb of satan
but i’ll be blatant, if i was really satan
then i would grab a can of raid and get to fumigatin’!
and k!llin’ all you riff-raffs, and givin’ bloggers b-tchslaps
castin’ spells on all you ho–ss n-ggas usin’ witchcraft!
that way i could k!ll ya’ll, turn around and still ball
and wouldn’t have to worry about the laws when i peel off!
before me, rap was just verbal m-st-rbation
i’m like hitler, i’m finna show you who the master race is
the face is, got a red cross on it
your fate has, got a red dot on it!
just face it, like pac never f-cked with biggie
none of you n-ggas is rappin’ is really f-ckin’ with me
just face it, the reason why ya’ll stuck and empty
cause all the sh-t that you lackin’ is what the f-ck is in me!

[hook: acie]

so, if everyone can buy the bar?
and if everyone’s either selling or smokin’ dope?
then, how is everyone a star?
when i know, that mostly everyone is broke?

huh

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