Go Hard by Aqualeo Lyrics
Where am I?
Where... am I?
(Verse 1: Acie High)
I.. Pivot around the galaxy of the colonel
Hoping to get accepted, doing my best impression of normal
An alien from Total Recall battling a world of Arnolds
And I won't retire till the ?? box and attire is formal
My color is calmer, but the world is white
Are you complex and you all see what the world is like?
Hatred sickens my stomach so I tend to hurl at night
Then I'm in love with a woman, there's a lot of girls I like
Give me the beats, I sing to you as a referral to right
The world's light, a round jewel, I'm dropping girls and ??bikes??
I'm not sinful, but I go to war on instrumentals
I got my pen out, aiming it at ten hoes, some style like the Bento
Or I'll take the pencil , and hold it to the tempo
Or bob and see and rock the guys who think this shit is simple
Place the ball by the stars, now play nimbo
You don't know what you in for, Price change the tempo
(Verse 2: Priceless)
All I need is four bars, long enough to go hard
I'm strong enough to bogard, but still I choose to flow hard
Bold enough to flaunt chain gang and live with no guards
Flowing like a sonar, glowing like a lone star
And fuck all the other kings, I'm my own czar
Can idolize Tony, cause my face has its own scar
Thought that I had gone far, that was cause I had went left
The louder I spoke, I swore the more people went deaf
So now I'm back in the habit of kicking, not kissing asses
Got a plaque for spitting, splitting, swishing, sipping molasses
And a knack for handling beer, not bitchassness
So if you are a bitch ass nigga, pass us
(Verse 3: Acie High)
HEY!
My composition leaves competition in a slump position
I'm atomic, actor bitches call it well precision
I overcome submission
Going round for round will be like Chris Brown slapping Rihanna down
A dumb decision
I come from tradition
The typical crack dad, and where's momma at, dont forget to add the drug provision
From grandma to Aunt ?? , forced to run from nutrition
So now my appetite is like blacks stumped in prison, all gone
(Verse 4: Priceless)
On flowing, I deserve praise
God all done reversed all of my word praise
My wordplay is like resurrected the 3rd day
Church serving niggas like Larry Bird used to serve J
From the corner stripe, like Nas, when he served Jay
On the corner like, the common nigga who serves 'Ye
Truly poetic and prophetic
"Sold my soul to others" sounds synthetic and pathetic
See I use my adjectives to get my objectives
To my potential turns residuals, that's kinetic
(Verse 5: Acie High)
Yeah, Aye
Somebody call a medic, my body, your work's embedded
Underneath, but let it creeps, that are beneath raw genetics
I'm alive, but they try to dead it
They try to shoot me out the sky, but they don't regret it
Criticism is pointless, they say you can't edit
She wants some pictures with my strippers, they can shake the credits
I'm super unleaded when I'm filling up my spaceship on you hoes
A tortoise creeping slow, what are you hares speeding for?
Take your time, why don't you live in a rapping life for?
Cuz you don't really know how far that rabbit hole goes
Try pacing yourself and tracing your steps
What in my sense, silly rabbit can't have rape with themselves
It's a perverted world, vulgar out of their mind
Do I become the tech of the sketcher, composite to find
Dudes that only see chicks if they got a behind
Is Jimmy Hatsfield with lil' Kim a positive sign?
Or do we neuter into the boys and girls to promote image
Or do we poison the world and put dope in it
If I say fuck you, would you say my mouth needs soap in it?
Well I save the packs of bubblegum with the joke in it
(Verse 6: Priceless)
Chewing with a market cane, but no coke's in it
Its become my targeted name, to provoke critics
Cause I expose gimmicks, quote lyrics so vintage
It makes my foes grimace, cause my flow's so ??
Like the Beatles, but not the one's hoped upon
Like the Beatles, the one's who sold the most records
It's about to be a smorgasbord through your local ward
Cause there's a mogul scorn, breathing through my vocal cords
It's about to be a smorgasbord through your local ward
Cause there's a mogul scorn, breathing through my vocal cords
(Outro: Acie High & Priceless)
Breathing through my vocal cords (x7)
Where am I?
Where... am I?
Where... am I?
(Verse 1: Acie High)
I.. Pivot around the galaxy of the colonel
Hoping to get accepted, doing my best impression of normal
An alien from Total Recall battling a world of Arnolds
And I won't retire till the ?? box and attire is formal
My color is calmer, but the world is white
Are you complex and you all see what the world is like?
Hatred sickens my stomach so I tend to hurl at night
Then I'm in love with a woman, there's a lot of girls I like
Give me the beats, I sing to you as a referral to right
The world's light, a round jewel, I'm dropping girls and ??bikes??
I'm not sinful, but I go to war on instrumentals
I got my pen out, aiming it at ten hoes, some style like the Bento
Or I'll take the pencil , and hold it to the tempo
Or bob and see and rock the guys who think this shit is simple
Place the ball by the stars, now play nimbo
You don't know what you in for, Price change the tempo
(Verse 2: Priceless)
All I need is four bars, long enough to go hard
I'm strong enough to bogard, but still I choose to flow hard
Bold enough to flaunt chain gang and live with no guards
Flowing like a sonar, glowing like a lone star
And fuck all the other kings, I'm my own czar
Can idolize Tony, cause my face has its own scar
Thought that I had gone far, that was cause I had went left
The louder I spoke, I swore the more people went deaf
So now I'm back in the habit of kicking, not kissing asses
Got a plaque for spitting, splitting, swishing, sipping molasses
And a knack for handling beer, not bitchassness
So if you are a bitch ass nigga, pass us
(Verse 3: Acie High)
HEY!
My composition leaves competition in a slump position
I'm atomic, actor bitches call it well precision
I overcome submission
Going round for round will be like Chris Brown slapping Rihanna down
A dumb decision
I come from tradition
The typical crack dad, and where's momma at, dont forget to add the drug provision
From grandma to Aunt ?? , forced to run from nutrition
So now my appetite is like blacks stumped in prison, all gone
(Verse 4: Priceless)
On flowing, I deserve praise
God all done reversed all of my word praise
My wordplay is like resurrected the 3rd day
Church serving niggas like Larry Bird used to serve J
From the corner stripe, like Nas, when he served Jay
On the corner like, the common nigga who serves 'Ye
Truly poetic and prophetic
"Sold my soul to others" sounds synthetic and pathetic
See I use my adjectives to get my objectives
To my potential turns residuals, that's kinetic
(Verse 5: Acie High)
Yeah, Aye
Somebody call a medic, my body, your work's embedded
Underneath, but let it creeps, that are beneath raw genetics
I'm alive, but they try to dead it
They try to shoot me out the sky, but they don't regret it
Criticism is pointless, they say you can't edit
She wants some pictures with my strippers, they can shake the credits
I'm super unleaded when I'm filling up my spaceship on you hoes
A tortoise creeping slow, what are you hares speeding for?
Take your time, why don't you live in a rapping life for?
Cuz you don't really know how far that rabbit hole goes
Try pacing yourself and tracing your steps
What in my sense, silly rabbit can't have rape with themselves
It's a perverted world, vulgar out of their mind
Do I become the tech of the sketcher, composite to find
Dudes that only see chicks if they got a behind
Is Jimmy Hatsfield with lil' Kim a positive sign?
Or do we neuter into the boys and girls to promote image
Or do we poison the world and put dope in it
If I say fuck you, would you say my mouth needs soap in it?
Well I save the packs of bubblegum with the joke in it
(Verse 6: Priceless)
Chewing with a market cane, but no coke's in it
Its become my targeted name, to provoke critics
Cause I expose gimmicks, quote lyrics so vintage
It makes my foes grimace, cause my flow's so ??
Like the Beatles, but not the one's hoped upon
Like the Beatles, the one's who sold the most records
It's about to be a smorgasbord through your local ward
Cause there's a mogul scorn, breathing through my vocal cords
It's about to be a smorgasbord through your local ward
Cause there's a mogul scorn, breathing through my vocal cords
(Outro: Acie High & Priceless)
Breathing through my vocal cords (x7)
Where am I?
Where... am I?