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Up on It. Video (MV)




Performed By: Quadroon
Language: English
Length: 1:55
Written by: Cameron Johnson




Quadroon - Up on It. Lyrics




I'm a philosopher stoned, straight out of my mind
Underground like fossil bones, zoned state out of time
There's no comparing me to these parrots who just repeat
The same lyrics that they hearing, I think they spirit is beat

Lemme give 'em some heat, give me a beat I'll start spitting
Imma give 'em a dap, if they can last in my kitchen
Ain't a rookie to this game, I know my way around the system
Like a magician, steal your attention while you listen

And this cane, ain't a choice, I gotta limp
And despite my top hate, I'm not a pimp
Despite the odds stacked, we got past the last hurdle
While my external circle my internal inferno

I guess that's just my, ego playing turtle
I guess that's why, I bleed in all my journals
I guess that's why, it seems I'm never heard
In the case when I face the consequence of my rehearsal

But you know what, I gotta keep my fro up
Or else I'll feed into they complex
Put your foot inside my converse, and contemplate
What a day in my mind, would do to yours

Won't piss in your urinal, won't spit from your journal
Won't pop from your kernel, I'm cold water on the fertile ground
On some headless horseman when I walk around
And my essence scorching, I'm the hottest in town

Ain't no stopping me now, ain't no stopping me later
Got truth like a savior, got tooth like a saber tooth tiger
Light like a saber and might I ask for a favor
Could we reschedule for tomorrow

Ain't no stopping me now, ain't no stopping me later
Got truth like a savior, got tooth like a saber tooth tiger
Light like a saber and might I ask for a favor
Could we reschedule for tomorrow

I'm a philosopher stoned, straight out of my mind
Underground like fossil bones, zoned state out of time
There's no comparing me to these parrots who just repeat
The same lyrics that they hearing, I think they spirit is beat

Lemme give 'em some heat, give me a beat I'll start spitting
Imma give 'em a dap, fool, well
Only if they can last in my kitchen
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I'm a philosopher stoned, straight out of my mind
Underground like fossil bones, zoned state out of time
There's no comparing me to these parrots who just repeat
The same lyrics that they hearing, I think they spirit is beat

Lemme give 'em some heat, give me a beat I'll start spitting
Imma give 'em a dap, if they can last in my kitchen
Ain't a rookie to this game, I know my way around the system
Like a magician, steal your attention while you listen

And this cane, ain't a choice, I gotta limp
And despite my top hate, I'm not a pimp
Despite the odds stacked, we got past the last hurdle
While my external circle my internal inferno

I guess that's just my, ego playing turtle
I guess that's why, I bleed in all my journals
I guess that's why, it seems I'm never heard
In the case when I face the consequence of my rehearsal

But you know what, I gotta keep my fro up
Or else I'll feed into they complex
Put your foot inside my converse, and contemplate
What a day in my mind, would do to yours

Won't piss in your urinal, won't spit from your journal
Won't pop from your kernel, I'm cold water on the fertile ground
On some headless horseman when I walk around
And my essence scorching, I'm the hottest in town

Ain't no stopping me now, ain't no stopping me later
Got truth like a savior, got tooth like a saber tooth tiger
Light like a saber and might I ask for a favor
Could we reschedule for tomorrow

Ain't no stopping me now, ain't no stopping me later
Got truth like a savior, got tooth like a saber tooth tiger
Light like a saber and might I ask for a favor
Could we reschedule for tomorrow

I'm a philosopher stoned, straight out of my mind
Underground like fossil bones, zoned state out of time
There's no comparing me to these parrots who just repeat
The same lyrics that they hearing, I think they spirit is beat

Lemme give 'em some heat, give me a beat I'll start spitting
Imma give 'em a dap, fool, well
Only if they can last in my kitchen
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Writer: Cameron Johnson
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