{"id":279148,"created_at":"2022-11-01 14:01:21","updated_at":"2024-04-23 01:43:05","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2022-11-01 14:01:21","original_id":null,"artist_id":112155,"title":"Aquarius Steez","slug":"aquarius-steez","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"Chorus: (Gypsy Coptic & Nguz Newz)\r\nIn Aquarius spit it out \/ TO Nations be reforming \/ modern times reassuring \/ Success is on the threshold \r\n\r\nverse 1 (Gypsy Coptic)\r\nIn the vision of the regent spreading my arms for Peace in the Sinai alone in my heart texting a precept shed a tear for the Zeitgeist \/\r\nSwinging my pens sweet rhythm digest spelling our history \/ with ink of an alchemist stolen from Langley\r\nMan my speech is Buena Vista \/ to see young minds without a pistol \/ from Mumbai to the Andes guiding your Priesta\r\nYou never know with cyberspaces affecting character from the Zygote \/ Millie meal prices splitting markets from the 3rd World\r\nYa'll gone miss me like ingredients of a fresh-milk on a highway \/ screeching out to sugar-daddies \/ home alone \/ here we come \/ from the basement home-referring like Hugh Masekela on the horn \/ blowing on stage for breadwinners \/ ya'll call mine-workers\r\nWe Human Race we full of curses burying sentiments at the circus Man I know well you can serve us \/ serve us, serve us!\r\n\r\nverse no.2 (Nguz Newz) \r\nThey say the good die young, I\u2019m still alive, this s*** is bad huh\/ \r\nBut cut the assumptions, you\u2019re not defined by your past, Love\/\r\nYou know what I represent, enough love for the universe\/\r\nBut not the flesh, you\u2019re funny, and I ain\u2019t talking about the sin are you silly\/\r\nHuh, but only the regrets sneak pass like the hood rats\/\r\nMe, well I\u2019m the lover-man I shoot hearts like the Cupid honey\/\r\nDigging the thick potions, with no girlfriends but wifey options\/\r\nSo I spit it out and I came through\/ Not the drive-by but the drive through\/\r\nThis is deep fry with a good (Source\/sauce) and I\u2019m still fly like the Airforce\/\r\nYou claim you killing niggas, I\u2019ve been giving life\/ This is food for thought with a chedda slice\/\r\nEmbracing the Deen, making sacrifices\/ Loving the Queens, I can take advices\/\r\nSwitching the Age with flow transactions\/ writing the sequels, moving over Pisces\/ X2\r\nEmbracing the deen, making sacrifices\/ Loving the Queens, I can take advices\/\r\nSwitching the Age with flow transactions, Uhh. End. \r\n\r\n\r\ndiscourse verse, no.3 (Gypsy Coptic & Nguz Newz)\r\n\r\nNguz Newz: eh Yo! my life is too real, so I always keep a sidekick, God lets me deal with it, before even if I could hurt the weak\/\r\nGypsy Coptic: While you search for definitions for this game poking riddles with an ultra sound for future generations, in the scales of human intellect \/ I'm a thorn crown to the mind \/ of a barrister with an oath inside the law chambers of deceptions \/ where they fail to judge my pedigree\r\nNguz Newz: So for you I sacrifice myself like a, suicide bomber, this flow is fatal as opposed to everybody needs water \/\r\nGypsy Coptic: Water, like needles from the Shaolin, on your Apple Tree \/ to marshal healing of this Great Depression \/ affecting families\/calamities like terror storms from 33rd Degrees\r\nIn the age of finger-snap sonnets the great dance proves precisely shameful, seeds pay the price \/ with a dragon sting \/ in pyramid schemes \r\nWith a Magog civilization...","download_count":113,"play_count":132,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2024-04-23","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/636\/10a\/645\/thumb_899744_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":"published","status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}
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Chorus: (Gypsy Coptic & Nguz Newz)
In Aquarius spit it out / TO Nations be reforming / modern times reassuring / Success is on the threshold
verse 1 (Gypsy Coptic)
In the vision of the regent spreading my arms for Peace in the Sinai alone in my heart texting a precept shed a tear for the Zeitgeist /
Swinging my pens sweet rhythm digest spelling our history / with ink of an alchemist stolen from Langley
Man my speech is Buena Vista / to see young minds without a pistol / from Mumbai to the Andes guiding your Priesta
You never know with cyberspaces affecting character from the Zygote / Millie meal prices splitting markets from the 3rd World
Ya'll gone miss me like ingredients of a fresh-milk on a highway / screeching out to sugar-daddies / home alone / here we come / from the basement home-referring like Hugh Masekela on the horn / blowing on stage for breadwinners / ya'll call mine-workers
We Human Race we full of curses burying sentiments at the circus Man I know well you can serve us / serve us, serve us!
verse no.2 (Nguz Newz)
They say the good die young, I’m still alive, this s*** is bad huh/
But cut the assumptions, you’re not defined by your past, Love/
You know what I represent, enough love for the universe/
But not the flesh, you’re funny, and I ain’t talking about the sin are you silly/
Huh, but only the regrets sneak pass like the hood rats/
Me, well I’m the lover-man I shoot hearts like the Cupid honey/
Digging the thick potions, with no girlfriends but wifey options/
So I spit it out and I came through/ Not the drive-by but the drive through/
This is deep fry with a good (Source/sauce) and I’m still fly like the Airforce/
You claim you killing niggas, I’ve been giving life/ This is food for thought with a chedda slice/
Embracing the Deen, making sacrifices/ Loving the Queens, I can take advices/
Switching the Age with flow transactions/ writing the sequels, moving over Pisces/ X2
Embracing the deen, making sacrifices/ Loving the Queens, I can take advices/
Switching the Age with flow transactions, Uhh. End.
discourse verse, no.3 (Gypsy Coptic & Nguz Newz)
Nguz Newz: eh Yo! my life is too real, so I always keep a sidekick, God lets me deal with it, before even if I could hurt the weak/
Gypsy Coptic: While you search for definitions for this game poking riddles with an ultra sound for future generations, in the scales of human intellect / I'm a thorn crown to the mind / of a barrister with an oath inside the law chambers of deceptions / where they fail to judge my pedigree
Nguz Newz: So for you I sacrifice myself like a, suicide bomber, this flow is fatal as opposed to everybody needs water /
Gypsy Coptic: Water, like needles from the Shaolin, on your Apple Tree / to marshal healing of this Great Depression / affecting families/calamities like terror storms from 33rd Degrees
In the age of finger-snap sonnets the great dance proves precisely shameful, seeds pay the price / with a dragon sting / in pyramid schemes
With a Magog civilization...
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