Rhythms runnin' free
Beat takes over me
The music fills my soul, again
Finally feeling' me
Sun beats down on me
The air I breath is back, again
Set your alarms,
I'm steady dropping f*ckin' bombs
In your palms like psalms
With serenaded songs
Penned in napalm
With the blood of my enemies
Poetry in motion and feeding off of energy
Lotta bad bitches but I never let em' get to me
Gotta long reach cause I got flexibility
Ugh...ya better get it right
If hip hop really dead
Imma bring it back to life
And I'm ready for redemption
So ready for attention, baby
And I'm ready for redemption
I am the exception
I'm the 90s baby with a motor mouth
On an 80s beat what you worried about
Be the illest in the game that heard about
And tell these motheref*ckers
That the word is out
I ain't in it for the dame
Or money or the fame
And i studied up the game
And aim it at their brain
Fire for the fuel man call it butane
Silly mumbler rappers
And these rappers that i maim
Ain't no warning shots
So i kill it when i kill it
Taking every rapper
And i fry em' in a skillet
Take a picture now
Save it, post or you pin it
I'm aimin' it at a critic
And better get your ticket
Word to mumble rappers better lay low
Shut the f*ckup when i say so
Rhythm and a rhyme
Every time i pen a line
Remember motherf*cker
That its coming from my mind
And I'm ready for redemption
So ready for attention, baby
And I'm ready for redemption
I am the exception
Rhythms runnin' now,
Finally knowin' how,
The tune brightens up my soul
Finally seein' me
The light shines down on me
The life I dreamed of once is back
Its been a hot minute
Since a did it like i did it
I'm putting up a clinic
Every time i break a limit
Every moment that i live it
I'm aiming at the cynic
Can't believe it that i did it,
And it make em' feel livid
Haters talk shit wanna spit a lie
Cause a lot of suckers can't identity
Hates talk shit - look me in the eye
See me in the flesh now they gettin' shy
And I'm ready for redemption
So ready for attention, baby
And I'm ready for redemption
I am the exception, yeah
J.Daniel - Redemption (feat. Livvyb) Lyrics
J.Daniel - Redemption (feat. Livvyb) Lyrics
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Rhythms runnin' free
Beat takes over me
The music fills my soul, again
Finally feeling' me
Sun beats down on me
The air I breath is back, again
Set your alarms,
I'm steady dropping f*ckin' bombs
In your palms like psalms
With serenaded songs
Penned in napalm
With the blood of my enemies
Poetry in motion and feeding off of energy
Lotta bad bitches but I never let em' get to me
Gotta long reach cause I got flexibility
Ugh...ya better get it right
If hip hop really dead
Imma bring it back to life
And I'm ready for redemption
So ready for attention, baby
And I'm ready for redemption
I am the exception
I'm the 90s baby with a motor mouth
On an 80s beat what you worried about
Be the illest in the game that heard about
And tell these motheref*ckers
That the word is out
I ain't in it for the dame
Or money or the fame
And i studied up the game
And aim it at their brain
Fire for the fuel man call it butane
Silly mumbler rappers
And these rappers that i maim
Ain't no warning shots
So i kill it when i kill it
Taking every rapper
And i fry em' in a skillet
Take a picture now
Save it, post or you pin it
I'm aimin' it at a critic
And better get your ticket
Word to mumble rappers better lay low
Shut the f*ckup when i say so
Rhythm and a rhyme
Every time i pen a line
Remember motherf*cker
That its coming from my mind
And I'm ready for redemption
So ready for attention, baby
And I'm ready for redemption
I am the exception
Rhythms runnin' now,
Finally knowin' how,
The tune brightens up my soul
Finally seein' me
The light shines down on me
The life I dreamed of once is back
Its been a hot minute
Since a did it like i did it
I'm putting up a clinic
Every time i break a limit
Every moment that i live it
I'm aiming at the cynic
Can't believe it that i did it,
And it make em' feel livid
Haters talk shit wanna spit a lie
Cause a lot of suckers can't identity
Hates talk shit - look me in the eye
See me in the flesh now they gettin' shy
And I'm ready for redemption
So ready for attention, baby
And I'm ready for redemption
I am the exception, yeah
Beat takes over me
The music fills my soul, again
Finally feeling' me
Sun beats down on me
The air I breath is back, again
Set your alarms,
I'm steady dropping f*ckin' bombs
In your palms like psalms
With serenaded songs
Penned in napalm
With the blood of my enemies
Poetry in motion and feeding off of energy
Lotta bad bitches but I never let em' get to me
Gotta long reach cause I got flexibility
Ugh...ya better get it right
If hip hop really dead
Imma bring it back to life
And I'm ready for redemption
So ready for attention, baby
And I'm ready for redemption
I am the exception
I'm the 90s baby with a motor mouth
On an 80s beat what you worried about
Be the illest in the game that heard about
And tell these motheref*ckers
That the word is out
I ain't in it for the dame
Or money or the fame
And i studied up the game
And aim it at their brain
Fire for the fuel man call it butane
Silly mumbler rappers
And these rappers that i maim
Ain't no warning shots
So i kill it when i kill it
Taking every rapper
And i fry em' in a skillet
Take a picture now
Save it, post or you pin it
I'm aimin' it at a critic
And better get your ticket
Word to mumble rappers better lay low
Shut the f*ckup when i say so
Rhythm and a rhyme
Every time i pen a line
Remember motherf*cker
That its coming from my mind
And I'm ready for redemption
So ready for attention, baby
And I'm ready for redemption
I am the exception
Rhythms runnin' now,
Finally knowin' how,
The tune brightens up my soul
Finally seein' me
The light shines down on me
The life I dreamed of once is back
Its been a hot minute
Since a did it like i did it
I'm putting up a clinic
Every time i break a limit
Every moment that i live it
I'm aiming at the cynic
Can't believe it that i did it,
And it make em' feel livid
Haters talk shit wanna spit a lie
Cause a lot of suckers can't identity
Hates talk shit - look me in the eye
See me in the flesh now they gettin' shy
And I'm ready for redemption
So ready for attention, baby
And I'm ready for redemption
I am the exception, yeah
Writer: jarrod Daniel
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