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Renaissance Man Video (MV)




Performed By: Quinn Essential
Length: 5:52
Written by: Quinn Brathwaite




Quinn Essential - Renaissance Man Lyrics
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Uh, now Picture this, just like the paparazzi
West Medford nigga hanging out in street in Abu Dhabi
On the road of life, I use to dream about a Maserati
And I should stick to it, like beef teriyaki
I'm dope with the pen, like a calligrapher
Arab money in the Arabian peninsula
Feel at home, even when I am a visitor
Can't box me in, when outside of the perimeter
I want to make my mark before I leave this earth
Left them in the dark, if they're still beefing over turf
I'm really living out my teenage dream
Never thought I'd amount to shit, at the age of 18
Look, The Xaverian Brothers was thinking job core
I should have dropped out when I was a sophomore
I was thinking exit stage left, no encore
I could have sold drugs in retrospect, and made a lot more. But
Uh, I'm a Renaissance Man
Look, its upper echelons man
Yeah cause I'm a Renaissance Man
Cause I'm a Renaissance Man
Yeah, it's upper echelons man
Uh, cause I'm a Renaissance Man
Check it, niggas looking up to me, like I'm their role model
Vegas for the weekend, pink elephants from Gold bottles
Life in full throttle, believe it, like the gospel
It's the changing of the gods, and I brought a few of my apostles
Look, I leave them in awe, when ever onstage
My New waves, on their minds like Murray's pomade
Niggas high and tight like a bald fade, I do this shit all day
But I bet they'll dap me up in the hallway
I used to be a dreamer with my empty hands
Now I'm GSU, when it comes to bands
Expeditions in exotic lands
Shit was not by accident, it was all planned
Mysterious alchemy
Lincoln st Gangs the ones thats looking out for me
We all got our own views, this is just mine, from the balcony
But niggas quick to cross me, like in Calvary, Christ
Uh, and no disrespect to y'all
But real niggas in Paris, when we land at Charles De Gaulle
Don't Try to keep up and play ball
Find yourself robbing Peter to pay Paul
Look I like to stunt, I don't even have to give a reason
I'm really eating, while you niggas out here Twitter feeding
And nocturnal like a raccoon
Pocket full of cream cheese, like a crab rangoon
Secrete is man... I'm always in a bad mood
And you won't like me when I'm angry. Man, relax dude
Ain't nothing like your average, been a barbarian before everyone was savage
With thick skin like a callus
Look, I'm just a king in his palace
And sipping wine from chalice
Cheshire Cat grin, out in wonderland with Alice
Uh, I can keep going
Take a quick break
Mickey's Boy & the Best Kept Secret
I'm just a Renaissance Man
It's upper echelons man, yeah
And niggas got no ID, but I found mine
Went from living off section 8 to occupying on cloud 9
And it's about time, cause I've been waiting my whole life
I ain't playing no games, should have known it was no dice
Living life without fear
Putting' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear
Fresh start, 40,000 feet in the air
Power Beats slapping, leaning back in my chair
Word, Gin and tonic, preferably Bombay
Drinking to a new beginning, starting off the wrong way
Back on the drawing board, on this road to riches
I've been ignoring niggas, digging moats, and burning bridges
Look, respect my wishes, I just want to get some credit
And with this work ethic, ima surpass at my own merits
They say My dreams are silly, trying to be a famous rapper
They say I'm chasing after something I could never capture
But now they want to hang like strange fruit
I ain't even cool with one man in their lame group, F*ck out of here
I ain't even f*cking cool with one man in their lame group
Going through my emails, sitting there thinking
I don't even like you, why connect online through LinkedIn
Paper chasing no paper trail
Man I keep to myself because I know out here yo the hate is real
Thought it was a joke, when I said my name is emo
Emotion run deep, Quinn Essential still my ego
And y'all not my equal, can't match my Machismo
Ya chasing the wrong dragon, stick to motherf*cking needles
Now Lost Soul was a pot of gold
Man you Feel you could do better, motherf*cker you are not as cold
Thinking your the one? Well, I think you gone crazy
Thinking I'm the one, too. Around here like Tom Brady
Niggas love to rap, then act like it's all gravy
I'm not an actor, so stop acting Swayze
Quinn Essential is the man & the myth
Stop rapping about guns that you can't even lift, nigga
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Uh, now Picture this, just like the paparazzi
West Medford nigga hanging out in street in Abu Dhabi
On the road of life, I use to dream about a Maserati
And I should stick to it, like beef teriyaki
I'm dope with the pen, like a calligrapher
Arab money in the Arabian peninsula
Feel at home, even when I am a visitor
Can't box me in, when outside of the perimeter
I want to make my mark before I leave this earth
Left them in the dark, if they're still beefing over turf
I'm really living out my teenage dream
Never thought I'd amount to shit, at the age of 18
Look, The Xaverian Brothers was thinking job core
I should have dropped out when I was a sophomore
I was thinking exit stage left, no encore
I could have sold drugs in retrospect, and made a lot more. But
Uh, I'm a Renaissance Man
Look, its upper echelons man
Yeah cause I'm a Renaissance Man
Cause I'm a Renaissance Man
Yeah, it's upper echelons man
Uh, cause I'm a Renaissance Man
Check it, niggas looking up to me, like I'm their role model
Vegas for the weekend, pink elephants from Gold bottles
Life in full throttle, believe it, like the gospel
It's the changing of the gods, and I brought a few of my apostles
Look, I leave them in awe, when ever onstage
My New waves, on their minds like Murray's pomade
Niggas high and tight like a bald fade, I do this shit all day
But I bet they'll dap me up in the hallway
I used to be a dreamer with my empty hands
Now I'm GSU, when it comes to bands
Expeditions in exotic lands
Shit was not by accident, it was all planned
Mysterious alchemy
Lincoln st Gangs the ones thats looking out for me
We all got our own views, this is just mine, from the balcony
But niggas quick to cross me, like in Calvary, Christ
Uh, and no disrespect to y'all
But real niggas in Paris, when we land at Charles De Gaulle
Don't Try to keep up and play ball
Find yourself robbing Peter to pay Paul
Look I like to stunt, I don't even have to give a reason
I'm really eating, while you niggas out here Twitter feeding
And nocturnal like a raccoon
Pocket full of cream cheese, like a crab rangoon
Secrete is man... I'm always in a bad mood
And you won't like me when I'm angry. Man, relax dude
Ain't nothing like your average, been a barbarian before everyone was savage
With thick skin like a callus
Look, I'm just a king in his palace
And sipping wine from chalice
Cheshire Cat grin, out in wonderland with Alice
Uh, I can keep going
Take a quick break
Mickey's Boy & the Best Kept Secret
I'm just a Renaissance Man
It's upper echelons man, yeah
And niggas got no ID, but I found mine
Went from living off section 8 to occupying on cloud 9
And it's about time, cause I've been waiting my whole life
I ain't playing no games, should have known it was no dice
Living life without fear
Putting' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear
Fresh start, 40,000 feet in the air
Power Beats slapping, leaning back in my chair
Word, Gin and tonic, preferably Bombay
Drinking to a new beginning, starting off the wrong way
Back on the drawing board, on this road to riches
I've been ignoring niggas, digging moats, and burning bridges
Look, respect my wishes, I just want to get some credit
And with this work ethic, ima surpass at my own merits
They say My dreams are silly, trying to be a famous rapper
They say I'm chasing after something I could never capture
But now they want to hang like strange fruit
I ain't even cool with one man in their lame group, F*ck out of here
I ain't even f*cking cool with one man in their lame group
Going through my emails, sitting there thinking
I don't even like you, why connect online through LinkedIn
Paper chasing no paper trail
Man I keep to myself because I know out here yo the hate is real
Thought it was a joke, when I said my name is emo
Emotion run deep, Quinn Essential still my ego
And y'all not my equal, can't match my Machismo
Ya chasing the wrong dragon, stick to motherf*cking needles
Now Lost Soul was a pot of gold
Man you Feel you could do better, motherf*cker you are not as cold
Thinking your the one? Well, I think you gone crazy
Thinking I'm the one, too. Around here like Tom Brady
Niggas love to rap, then act like it's all gravy
I'm not an actor, so stop acting Swayze
Quinn Essential is the man & the myth
Stop rapping about guns that you can't even lift, nigga
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Writer: Quinn Brathwaite
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