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Thoughts On A Rainy Day (Feat. Henry Anderson / Prod. by Billy Conahan)

from March by Billy Conahan

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(v1)
Too often told my whole life is ahead of me
Low and behold, the totem pole grows steadily
Lord only knows, can be my own worst enemy
All of my foes are in the mirror standing next to me

Choking my throat, as I'm approaching my destiny
Couple swings at my goals, the closer I get to entropy
By any and by all means necessary
Son of a gun, so the BANG is hereditary

But on this is the day we become legendary
Billy Conahan unlike my contemporaries
I'm from Queens, I'm going to make it very clear
Of where I am from, and why it has a thousand cemeteries

Cause rappers think they sick like hypochrondriacs
But never leave a witness like the Zodiac
Killer like a Kodak picture of a Kodiak
With no one there to hold me back

(CHORUS)
And I wanna know if you catch it, can you feel it when it's going round?
If only for a second, do your feet ever leave the ground? (and they say)
Oh you need some restraining! But, do I need to explain it?
That when I MC, this is the way that it's going down

(v2)
I put a pistol and a rhyme book on the same shelf
As a man of my caliber takes the same shells
Aim well, my story has yet to fade
Astoria representing, my story has yet to change

I'm more or less of the same / man I was when I came
The manner in which I rearranged the patterns on the page
I spit, spat, and spatter from a ladder where I paint
You chit-chat, and you chatter from a rafter where you are chained

I'm after what you have salvaged, i'm savage in all my ways
A bastard working his magic, the Master's a basket case
I've had it with all these rappers, jacking up all my space
They acting as if they just happened upon a stage

I'd rather have been an animal caged, then escaped
Deranged, Hannibal Lector eating your face
Manic depressive, obsessive in my trade
My objective, captivate the night, seize the day

(chorus)

(v3)
Not off to a bad start
Sometimes you hit a wall like it was NASCAR
But you gotta EarnHeart to go faster
Start to finish, I was born to be a track star

Ignite passion off keys like a flat sharp
Been to hell and back, and all within my backyard
I didn't bring a lunch cause I packed bars
To catch'em all, poke ball, I'm a Master

Spit a cappella when there is no mic
I'm like four rappers in one, but that's no hype
Line'em up, till they in my line of sight
Cause they couldn't make the green in the lime-est of light

Peace to Silent Knight, cause the Line-Up's tight
The Headliner, the lineage is right
The minute that I spit it, I was destined to be liked
But that's the gift and the curse of my first life

(Chorus)

credits

from March, released April 3, 2015
Lyrics / Prod: Billy Conahan
Mix / Master: Kevin Carafa
2nd Vocal: Henry Colle

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Born and raised in Astoria, Queens, Billy Conahan is always quick to express his love for his city. An engaging performer with a natural storytelling ability, and charming wit, Billy found an audience and fan base that was truly captivated by his magnetic personality. His popularity and skill led him to opening for Mike Stud at the Highline Ballroom and Pusha T at the Brooklyn Hip-Hop Festival. ... more

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