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Greetings Everybody
02:09
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Chorus:
V1:
The first hint of heat
everybody hit the street
dig up some old beef, press play and hit repeat
It get so where I feel I gotta sneak to be discreet
Except, shh
my heart beat make the meter peak
Do meditations outside where the sun shines
decode the run hide fight signals and unwind
I claim my time and due respect
but I’m not unkind
Despite my cynicism
i still have a fun vibe
It’s time to turn up like an early bird,
i’ve got one to burn up,
Rock’s already fired it up
let’s go search for worms
I aint pecking and pawing
I got Executive knowledge
I’ve been expressive since college
I count my blessings for all this
Get out my head and spit my truth
and get to the root
So I can feed it all the nutrients
so I can recoup
The vitamin d,
what’s vibin my G
Let’s cut this track so we can be all that we striving to be
Chorus:
Doc Watts prescribed the psychedlic summertime chi town cross town meeting of styles so take a trip with us
we walk through the valley of the south side doing shadow work in search of something serendipiditous
as the sun set and the clouds glow
all the street lights turn on and the guns blow
we only feel safe at home until we don't
what are we supposed to do?
If its hot open up the pump and, let it flow
light a roman candle shake it up and, let it blow
sitting inside our brick house underneath the window
just like we're supposed to
I know, children of the corn and boyz of the hood
each respectively is not afraid to die
cuz a rose is a rose is a rose
but a rose only thrives if it has been exposed to the light in the
summertime
let your sun-kissed skin leave you feeling baptized
it won't wash away your sins but that's life
there's mistakes we make that whittle away at us
until we stop and, make things right
in the..
summertime
and the livin' ain't easy.
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CRĀVE:
For real? for real
Pure classics, like class of '99 draft picks
trade rumors leaking, from gabe's clique
like monkey feces, i go apeshit
hung rafiki with the back fist
sick as fuck,
turn stomachs, highlights all failure
make me keep it 100
i can't stop, i just learn from it
cold as fuck
the iceman cometh..
the flow part malcom, part michael
part phantom, part icon
i'm my own idol, i'm all atoms like ions
try on, boots to crush snakes like mighty python
talk ish babylon blow smoke like, iron mike tyson
trying to make a dime out a penny
trying to make a rhyme, ya'll ain't ready
trying to make it
to the shift on time, CTA broke, left me
tryna, make weight for the fight i'm too heavy.
For real?
Wattson:
Rap style incredulous
You and me both dude
chicken bone and a stalk of celery
Don’t make it no stew
Watts and crave paint the settlements
pictures in bold hues
Use the lacquer as accelerant
lit til it glow blue
Watts charges clear impediments
get what the volts do
All the ashes raked to sediment,
shift as I blow through
Assalamualaikum brethren,
peace is my go to
dude i’m So chill I’m sledding in,
rocking the snow suit
Keeping my soul tuned to everything
everything's soulful
Root my legacy in Evanston
But if anyone asking I’m repping the GO BOO
Yo shoot… I’m old school like vince will and the bro luke
Collecting these clown tears til I fill up the whole pool…
For Real
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WWID?
02:45
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Wait, no. that’s not what I said
You’re not.. Listen… yo, just stop for a sec
Ok, I know. Yo, please, i know you don’t think
I understand, I know my thoughts on this are succinct
(sigh) I’m not saying you’re dumb
I think you dope as hell it’s what i tried to say from the jump
I’ve opened up myself to you now every side is my front
And by my side I’d happily bear the brunt
I’m not suggesting I carry you
It’s like exactly the opp…
Yo why do you think that i married you?
Look at all we’ve accomplished
I agree, I’m also not done grieving the losses
Just asking how much more should it cost us?
I don’t think that’s obnoxious
I’m just voicing our options
We can love ourselves first
Then act on our conscience
I count the ways until I run out of notches
I fear the day there is a world without us
What would I do without you?
Little person following
My little path
Strutting silly
Like no ones watching
Splashed
You threw out all your plans
To take a chance
On something unexpected, this mans...
I took you all in. I swam.
I drank you down in drams...
your cup is ever flowing
Im nourished, I’m healing...
Bringing more of myself
to have and hold you
Keep you in health and sickness
I embody my vow to love you
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Chorus:
It’s true they don’t know what to do at my shows
Rockwell will set the groove and I know
smooth vibe on cruise thru the time zones
I’m guessing when my rhymes thru ya minds blown
V1:
Iowa where you been with this?
I’m steadily tearing up into this?
There’s so many carats it’s shimmering
The stew I’m preparing is simmering
Chopping the carrot and onion up
The rest’ll depend where you coming up
Chicanos will throw a poblano in
Or celery give the mirepoix a spin
Saute it just don’t overheat the roux
Put base/bass in it give it that peek-a-boo
Embrace all the flavors that eking through
All day I cook up unbelievable
Just never forget to throw salt in it
And don’t let ‘em throw you up off the script
It’s Wattson no sub out or alternate
I’m calling it
Chorus:
People don’t know what to do at my shows
Rockwell will set the groove and I know
smooth vibe on cruise thru the time zones
I’m guessing when my rhymes thru ya minds blown
V2:
I’ll slow it down so you can catch a drift
That word through town you hear the Accolades are accurate
Lack the nerve to frown and throw that shade so I’m not battle fit
strap Minerva’s crown to furrowed brows defend the battlements
Anxious in the crowd feel I stand out like an asterisk
frontin’ like they never seen a brother spittin so ridiculous and be as fat as this
Act as if
You don’t need to drown to catch the fish
Just surround yourself consistently with master craftsmanship
Get caught in grinds pressure build until the stack is lit
But they have to hit much harder if they want to cache the kid
Your best path to win is if I lay it down and pack it in
I don’t like your chances of that’s happening
Chorus Out
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Doc's Lament
02:49
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With tight crossed arms and expectations of assimilation
There’s no path to integration of our nation in my generation....
We’ve held these truths self evident then had to measure 5ths
And speak in clever riffs bout how we keep our feathers clipped to feel accepted….
They broke our homes then set the tone that it’s impossible to roam and be condoned out on the range so all you know is life is strange....
When prosperity’s concocted as a promise meant for all us then the profits of our products land in pockets of the blondest....
We let the media divide us stoking all the fears inside us now there’s sides seemingly fighting to proliferate a virus....
We keep all of this inside us cuz we’re frequently reminded if we rise up that the state will reciprocate with violence.....
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Im pretty timid with the jibber jabber
Fit the rhythms in a bigger pattern
Reminiscent of slim, but keep the Figure fatter
A fresh trim turn up my chin, then get it lathered
I’m stretched thin, nerves crispier than fiddle faddle
Put my best in, from freshman to emeritus
get breaths in, those wheezy tracks is embarrassing
Rapping is a vigorous skill, you gotta be diligent
Eloquent, Militant will, top of the hill be vigilant
Masking up my grimacing grin, go cop some liquor yo
Preachin (but) this isn’t a hymn, no father figure yo
Peach ain’t in this castle neither? Wouldn’t bother with her bro
She’s hiding out with bowser now tryna lick his toad
Beats diabolic, synced to my diastolic
Titrate the dialog you might call me a micaholic
Better than alky but a stranger on the top of most
Balky bartokomos I’m perfect when I drop a flow
Wattson concoct a poem from the outermost
Stretches of my consciousness
Scraping out the chowder bowl
I go up on the stage
I blow up off the page
Iowa, Doc and Sage
Out walking in the day
Out walking in the day
OUt WAlking IN The DAy
OUT WALKING IN THE DAY
OUT WALKING IN THE DAY!
I'm a Wu baby, Daywalkerz no fugazi
see my face mask HEY they say he wu crazy
95 the year clan just it live
purple tape in my deck AYEEEE now I’m fly
Other cassettes nocturnal ready to die,
nine livez, word life, OH and lyfe n time
These tapes kept me high on emotional stakes
While ma dukes and her plug tryna strut from them jakes
Pops copped me a maxi single from the clearance bin
By then I made mixtapes for my next of kin
Yeah I’m a product, of my mom and pop
And it don’t stop 90’s hip hop
When the ribbon got twisted pop the casing off
Lost a screw time to get the scotch taping on
Engineer with a pencil, that’s how I trouble shoot em up
Next time time I’ll write down these lines to let em know whats up
I go up on the stage
I blow up off the page
Iowa, Doc and Sage
Out walking in the day
Out walking in the day
OUt WAlking IN The DAy
OUT WALKING IN THE DAY
OUT WALKING IN THE DAY!
I go up on the stage
I blow up off the page
Iowa, Doc and Sage
Out walking in the day
Out walking in the day
OUt WAlking IN The DAy
OUT WALKING IN THE DAY
OUT WALKING IN THE DAY!
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Doc Wattson Chicago, Illinois
Doc Wattson is a rapper, instrumentalist, producer, engineer, and record label owner out of the Chicagoland area.
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