Top Songs By DR. Moriarity
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DR. Moriarity
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Lloyd Moriarity
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexander Lloyd Moriarity
Mastering Engineer
The Great Doc
Producer
True2kali
Assistant Mastering Engineer
We Are Roses
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Most rappers more bigger than a facelift More plastic like the sewer thing than rapping
mixed tapes with
Working sold out shows, you work the day shit Our work pays off, especially when you're
on the greatest Try your best but that just ain't enough,
couldn't waste this Eat up like edibles, walk and stick, you's
a game bitch Play blind to your weak cadence, sheep to the
shepherd You pay for the gain in the game rent
This rap range couldn't even place fit Over ages spittin' fake shit
We're not in the same league or the same lane shit
We don't play, gotta be paid big We all making minimal wage
Getting to the point that you're about to quit I do this for real, I'm on my way quick
Move too slick like reindeer with no fiends sick
Still here, still rise, still flight through the pain
Dreams in my mind like stars in the rain Park in the rearview, dock on the lane
Truth in my lips, you can feel it in the veins Life don't wait, so we learn from the strain
Turn every scar to a part of the flame Dock by my side, park in my soul
Come from the bottom, now I'm in control
Six bars, six cars, livin' large It's easy to be this when I park in my garage
I wish things could be a little bit easier, although life's a mirage
I'm in awe until the crack of dawn, waitin' for the sun to hit my face
Like you don't know what's wrong, what's wrong for right?
It's gonna be a hell of a night, late night fights and date night rights
Spendin' money easy when you don't watch the cash, honey, leave it
Best believe that I'm breathin' in the snow
Probably why my shop bringin' in all the dope
Karma at its finest when I'm with the heinous
Rhymin' islands in the miles of paper stacks
Hold tight, daddy, be right back
Wave with you, we act like a sleight of hand
Catchin' quick backhand if you're tryin' to mess with my style and trend
Once again, I'm with my best friend and wish you the best of luck
Honestly, in this day of age, who needs a pen? I just need a friend
Doc, right next to Pac, Doc, right next to Pac
Doc, right next to Pac, Doc, right next to Pac
Rise to the top, God rest his soul, that's real talk
One day, I'll be on top, big thanks
Yeah, in the end, we might need each other
Stick with your brother, love your mother
Give her a kiss like it's the last time you might get a chance
Don't miss that chance, take advantage of the moment
Only good vibes in real time, quit bein' an ass, stop drawin' back
Baby, you can put this on rewind and play it back to back
And that's that
Every moment, I'm here reflecting my growth
Used to drown in doubt, now I'm floating on hope
It ain't about perfect, it's the journey I wrote
Put the pain in the pen, now I'm speaking in quotes
They say pressure makes diamonds, I'm proof in the smoke
From the silence, I rose, now I'm givin' them soul
Written by: Alexander Lloyd Moriarity