That crazy, inspirational wordplay, brought to you by Clinical
lyrics
[Intro]
Let's get into it, let's get into it
1, 2, 3, 4
[Chorus]
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
[Verse 1]
So, my dreams are solid gold, large and bold
Impressed upon the mountainside, go out and cry, they echo out and multiply
You sit with sunken eyes, and sulk and try to look alive
To rectify your hellish 9 to 5, I couldn't justify
Denying all my early life in in search of chasing money
Replacin friends with business buddies, wrestlin deadlines every Monday
I'm on my own path, do not come ask me what my plan is
I got myself this far, I'm pretty sure I'll get to finish
And I got my savvy smarts so that preceding caveat
Should ward off any self assured and preachy types, I carry lots
Of reason to go on with music, the first bein
How I choose to use it, reinvent the world and how I view it.
Picture like when your mother uses those electric beaters
And the metal bars rotate while the batter hits the ceiling
That liquid cake is like my energy, a sweet nectar
Penetratin everything, the sugary sweetness hemorrhaging
I got a rhyme cadence flowin and a stage presence going
And it's time that I'm showin everyone what I've been knowing
All along to every songs instrumental section
That I could wreck it like my job is really demolition
Hallucinations, delusions of fame and fortune
The incorrect reason to pursue entertainment, just watch me
You gotta have some irons in the fire, but you also need to gather tinder
To bring it into existence in Winter
[Chorus]
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
[Verse 2]
Where am I going? What am I doing? Boy, I'm lucky
Easily could become 'where are my royalties? Who am I suing?"
All for nothing
And I'm not plugging that you keep from climbing the ladder
But I'm just trying to analyze methodically my future
If I DO do good with music, how could I confuse it
With a lavish lifestyle and synonymize it
With happiness, trapped in a facsimile
With rappin it's worthless if life becomes purposeless
Encirclin me
When I was once in control, now I'm curled up in a ball
Feelin like I was in school, so isolated, alone
But if I could rock an open mic like every single night
And mingle in the crowd afterwards, yeah I'd be alright
And get paid just to do it, no question I'd pursue it
But so would everyone, I know I'm sayin nothing new
But still my blood boils like insurgencies, a military coup
That burdens me, like everytime I think the perfect world for me
Would soon arrive, and I'd revive the local music scene
Restoring power to the people to decide what sinks and swims
And I would recommend you come to see me
Don't have to buy a CD, just be the one twistin like the screw of Archimedes
Expressing verbally you need me, and I'll be on stage
With the nerve to serve the ladies and the gentlemen
Hot like Hades, Beelzebub, the Devil sings, spurtin outta my mouth
Thunderin loud like the kettle drum
[Chorus]
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
[Verse 3]
So in the end when all is said and done the war's within
I pay no attention to those who decrease motivation
I take the pen and get to spillin ink silly
Paper's fillin, so it's clear that what you really think is nothing
My ability is something that is humbling, I rise like finished dumplings
Despise the men in cufflinks, financial district men get assimilated
It's rough and, tumble livin hand to mouth, but at least I feel
I'm a man with clout when I stand with open mouth
Approach the stage with a rage, came to cave em in
With lyrical intensity like Im quotin the Raven man
I'm staring out the windows, to see which way the wind blow
I guarantee I'll see a thousand rappers go where it goes
I make originality my top priority
How many raps you know use the acoustic with authority
I bring the clarity in ways you couldn't fathom
I'm scarin em with a smile like my name is Wednesday Addams
I'm splittin atoms and hittin Saturn in gritty patterns
I treat detractors like Bilbo Baggins in little wagons
Get carried off while fans rally around me
Down the alley where I started rapping, have you heard me lately?
Grapey apey in my mind, spreadin rabies in the rhymes
Like scabies in the skin, give me your ear and then I'm in
What a career I'm just beginning, it's definitely not the ending
Used to dream of this and then I made it happen, now I'm ranting
[Chorus]
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
credits
from Clinical,
released March 6, 2014
Written, recorded by Clinical
Clinical is a Boston based rapper/producer born and raised in Rhode Island. Coming from independent, underground hip hop
and garage band jams, Clinical joins different musical influences, creating beats that incorporate live instruments with virulent samples. Clinical raps in relentless conversation style, hitting everything from corporate and government control to family love and tribulations....more
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