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1. Intro Video (MV)




Performed By: Dru C
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: David Clement




Dru C - 1. Intro Lyrics




I put the mic in the closet and write like I don't want nobody to hear me
Laying my life on a page, what's the price you would pay to see your Self more clearly
I'm tryna be constantly cheery
But just know my conscience is weary
I'm not here to vent, this my experiment
I'ma kill em all off with a theory

I think the world is corrupt but I don't give a f*ck because I can still write that
Til they take my rights away, I'ma keep writing
I don't see no reason to fight back
Soon as I step up in the building, I'm sniffin
Somebody show me where the mic at
Therapists write prescriptions, I'm flipping the script on em
Homie I don't even like rap.
I just get in where I fit in
I'm a Cannabis activist
Who be acting a pacifist on a mic
Absolutely a savage
I'm doing damage to counterfeits
Sanitizing the rap game
I got that Lysol
So enamored with how it is
That these rappers be mumbling
Managing to keep fans engaged every night
Not to bad mouth anybody
They bank balance probably higher than mine is
But I gotta speak outta my soul
Cause my name is Dru
It's so nice to be here this evening
I thank you for tuning in
The work I put in on this music
Ain't shit compared to all the work that I do within
No wonder my pockets are super thin
No wonder they all say, "You stupid kid."
No wonder I do what the Buddha did
Sitting in silence boy I really do this shit
Cause hip-hop is deeper
Than what you bumpin in your speakers
The culture inspired by leaders and visionaries
But somehow it's been poisoned by selfish deceivers
Selling a dream out to any believer
That money and fame make you happy
But neither replace the need we got for Love
So, we looking for plugs
And we all taking drugs, tryna stifle the fever
But I be tryna kill off the virus
Sacrifice parasites to Osiris
They be tripping off matters of mileage
But me, I sit up with the pilots
I'm wiling
I came to take over
No need to be sober
Got lots of emotions
Not looking for closure
I keep that door open
And hope, kinda-sorta
They make they way in
Because bitch, I'm a soldier
But don't get it twisted
My vision centered on humility mixed with ability
I f*ck a mic up and then tell it, "Sorry."
Cause if I don't
Man, that shit's killing me
Empathetic to a fault
But I don't give a f*ck it's not my fault
My whole life been an assault on a boy in a vault
Now I'm breaking the walls, time to answer the call
Cause every hero on a journey
Eventually ends on a gurney
That don't concern me
I know exactly where I be headed
Ain't no reason to worry
Just a young kid took a dream turned it into a goal
Lead in my pencil, turned that into gold
Felt that fire light, and burn in my soul
Now my only goal, is tryna murder a flow

Yeah, I leave it deceased
Even though all I'm preaching is peace
I'm the best in the least
Least that's what I tell myself
Before I sell myself
Tell em read it and weep
I know all the talk is cheap
So, I put the the mic in the closet and write
You do not hear a peep
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English

I put the mic in the closet and write like I don't want nobody to hear me
Laying my life on a page, what's the price you would pay to see your Self more clearly
I'm tryna be constantly cheery
But just know my conscience is weary
I'm not here to vent, this my experiment
I'ma kill em all off with a theory

I think the world is corrupt but I don't give a f*ck because I can still write that
Til they take my rights away, I'ma keep writing
I don't see no reason to fight back
Soon as I step up in the building, I'm sniffin
Somebody show me where the mic at
Therapists write prescriptions, I'm flipping the script on em
Homie I don't even like rap.
I just get in where I fit in
I'm a Cannabis activist
Who be acting a pacifist on a mic
Absolutely a savage
I'm doing damage to counterfeits
Sanitizing the rap game
I got that Lysol
So enamored with how it is
That these rappers be mumbling
Managing to keep fans engaged every night
Not to bad mouth anybody
They bank balance probably higher than mine is
But I gotta speak outta my soul
Cause my name is Dru
It's so nice to be here this evening
I thank you for tuning in
The work I put in on this music
Ain't shit compared to all the work that I do within
No wonder my pockets are super thin
No wonder they all say, "You stupid kid."
No wonder I do what the Buddha did
Sitting in silence boy I really do this shit
Cause hip-hop is deeper
Than what you bumpin in your speakers
The culture inspired by leaders and visionaries
But somehow it's been poisoned by selfish deceivers
Selling a dream out to any believer
That money and fame make you happy
But neither replace the need we got for Love
So, we looking for plugs
And we all taking drugs, tryna stifle the fever
But I be tryna kill off the virus
Sacrifice parasites to Osiris
They be tripping off matters of mileage
But me, I sit up with the pilots
I'm wiling
I came to take over
No need to be sober
Got lots of emotions
Not looking for closure
I keep that door open
And hope, kinda-sorta
They make they way in
Because bitch, I'm a soldier
But don't get it twisted
My vision centered on humility mixed with ability
I f*ck a mic up and then tell it, "Sorry."
Cause if I don't
Man, that shit's killing me
Empathetic to a fault
But I don't give a f*ck it's not my fault
My whole life been an assault on a boy in a vault
Now I'm breaking the walls, time to answer the call
Cause every hero on a journey
Eventually ends on a gurney
That don't concern me
I know exactly where I be headed
Ain't no reason to worry
Just a young kid took a dream turned it into a goal
Lead in my pencil, turned that into gold
Felt that fire light, and burn in my soul
Now my only goal, is tryna murder a flow

Yeah, I leave it deceased
Even though all I'm preaching is peace
I'm the best in the least
Least that's what I tell myself
Before I sell myself
Tell em read it and weep
I know all the talk is cheap
So, I put the the mic in the closet and write
You do not hear a peep
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Writer: David Clement
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