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d. jame$ - started from the bottom (freestyle) lyrics

[verse 1: d. jame$]

better get your third eye open
keep it focused, don’t believe the lies
don’t miss the revolution guaranteed it won’t be televised

leader of the squadron
calculated and i’m patient
reaching for the summit
starting in the bas-m-nt

got you staring in amazement
on the beat the boy be blazing
blazing reefer till im asian
chasing pavement till we make it
till its cases full of aces
till the models wanna date us
cracking bottles counting paper
tell me mamma that we major

yeah we started in the struggle
mamma raised a king
connected like a puzzle
now im living out my dream
the scene is so pristine, wish my pops was here to see us
bet against me thats error so egregious
yeah we (started from the…)
hold it
cuz you already know it
ain’t no stoppin ain’t no slowin till her neck and wrist are frozen
blowing loud, potent
they like, “what’s all that commotion?”
started from the bottom like motherf-ckin lotus
yeah my crew the f-ckin coldest
harlem shake i hit my shoulders
im the realest n-gga runnin it
44th p.o.t.u.s

im not a rapper
im a prophet, with a microphone
my east african queen say she don’t wanna spend the night alone

they say im a dreamer
but i know i’m not the only one
my girl wreck the beamer
i cop myself another one

big girls politic i call that sh-t two tons of fun
especially when they down to do my taxes for some honey buns

started with the reggie graduated to the midget
now every time we go to cop a eighth its triple digits
and my new girl is a model you know i be takin pics
i intercept it when she throw it at me then i run it back for six

im the sh-t you need a whiff?
f-ck a shot, give me a fifth
antihistamines in my blunt
but my palms still itch
and i wrote my girl a citation, man she’s a bad b-tch
cheese and carrots so they lettuce, man that’s a salad

prodigious when i spit it i’m gifted but this ain’t christmans
listen the flow so rhythmic
you n-gglets could never get
i ain’t trippin im indifferent
this splendid sense of division
wicked like triple sixes
witness i’m spittin sickness

these demons want my soul
they fightin for the rights
lsd in my red wine
im just trying to see the light
wake me up when its bed time
at night i come to life
my pupils call me euclid cuz my angle is just right

- d jame lyrics

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