| Song | Aquarius (Album Version) |
| Artist | Common |
| Artist | Bilal |
| Album | Electric Circus (International Version) |
| [00:41.32] | Yeah! |
| [00:46.15] | Yeah! |
| [00:49.41] | Nigga deep in the rhythm, experience speak |
| [00:51.74] | Some keepin' the wisdom, the life hustlers seek |
| [00:54.19] | I seeking it with em, i'm dope the streets need me to hit em |
| [00:58.65] | With some of that （revolutionary rap） |
| [01:00.65] | Revolutionary blunted rap |
| [01:02.16] | My peoples want hits, I hit it from the back |
| [01:04.67] | Under the cherry moon, I hold notes and carry tunes |
| [01:07.50] | My guise pack heat enough to bury June, on my feet |
| [01:10.69] | Im getting married soon, walking in the clouds like Mary Bethune |
| [01:14.58] | Fumes of a real nigga seep into your room |
| [01:16.90] | Or through fifthteens of the your jeep that you boom |
| [01:19.48] | Son so many cats, they call me high noon |
| [01:21.72] | Offerings to Osun hoping war is over soon |
| [01:24.17] | Guard your grill like George Foreman |
| [01:25.56] | |
| [01:26.11] | Time to build, as far as building im the doorman, opening doors |
| [01:29.06] | |
| [01:29.95] | My blood I expose on the floors, tell them the game aint only the score |
| [01:34.21] | Hold on to your life as I carry these styles |
| [01:36.58] | To have you tapping your head like Darius Miles |
| [01:39.03] | You aint supposed to rhyme, better off with a clothing line |
| [01:42.23] | In this business of pimps, many hoes get signed |
| [01:44.55] | Opposed to shine so me holding the blinds |
| [01:47.00] | Mixing golden seal and wine, holding a nine |
| [01:49.45] | In the age of aquaruis... |
| [01:51.24] | The water that arrives （ba-ba ba ba） |
| [01:53.37] | To purify the world （du-ba ba ba） |
| [01:58.05] | Flying through the night （du ba-ba ba ba） |
| [02:02.89] | So watch out here he comes （ du-du ba ba ba） |
| [02:07.58] | Aquarius! |
| [02:09.35] | Between churches and liquor stores, my mic leaks |
| [02:11.93] | With raps, all over your head like Tweet |
| [02:14.17] | Playing with yourself, thinking the game is just wealth |
| [02:16.86] | Hot for a minute, watch your name just melt |
| [02:19.25] | Same spot where it's joyous, where the pain is felt |
| [02:21.83] | As you build and destroy yo remain yourself |
| [02:24.15] | They say im slept on, now im bucking in dreams |
| [02:26.84] | And rhyme with the mind of a hustler scheme |
| [02:29.22] | Or the struggle of feinds, I flow over water thats as troubled as teens |
| [02:32.48] | For the love of the team, trying to double the dream |
| [02:35.12] | Be greatful like the chruch psalm my grandmother sings |
| [02:38.01] | Im rubbing my rings across the domes of clones |
| [02:41.33] | Punchlines like Roy Jones with poems |
| [02:43.28] | While you and your dogs foam at the mouth |
| [02:44.96] | Thinking rap is the only way out |
| [02:46.96] | The black human genius will never play out |
| [02:49.89] | I take you way out, where you never been before |
| [02:52.14] | Been it since birth, sent to replish the Eatrh |
| [02:54.39] | That truck that you roll is like a miniature hearse |
| [02:56.76] | I deaded your shit before you finished a verse |
| [02:59.33] | From niggas to gods from bitches to earths |
| [03:01.47] | From Nat to Truck Turner that lives in my verse |
| [03:04.35] | Realness is an act that you cannot rehearse |
| [03:06.80] | Holla back, but listen first |
| [03:08.67] | We in the age of aquarius... |
| [03:15.77] | |
| [03:28.45] | Aquarius! |
| [00:41.32] | Yeah! |
| [00:46.15] | Yeah! |
| [00:49.41] | Nigga deep in the rhythm, experience speak |
| [00:51.74] | Some keepin' the wisdom, the life hustlers seek |
| [00:54.19] | I seeking it with em, i' m dope the streets need me to hit em |
| [00:58.65] | With some of that revolutionary rap |
| [01:00.65] | Revolutionary blunted rap |
| [01:02.16] | My peoples want hits, I hit it from the back |
| [01:04.67] | Under the cherry moon, I hold notes and carry tunes |
| [01:07.50] | My guise pack heat enough to bury June, on my feet |
| [01:10.69] | Im getting married soon, walking in the clouds like Mary Bethune |
| [01:14.58] | Fumes of a real nigga seep into your room |
| [01:16.90] | Or through fifthteens of the your jeep that you boom |
| [01:19.48] | Son so many cats, they call me high noon |
| [01:21.72] | Offerings to Osun hoping war is over soon |
| [01:24.17] | Guard your grill like George Foreman |
| [01:25.56] | |
| [01:26.11] | Time to build, as far as building im the doorman, opening doors |
| [01:29.06] | |
| [01:29.95] | My blood I expose on the floors, tell them the game aint only the score |
| [01:34.21] | Hold on to your life as I carry these styles |
| [01:36.58] | To have you tapping your head like Darius Miles |
| [01:39.03] | You aint supposed to rhyme, better off with a clothing line |
| [01:42.23] | In this business of pimps, many hoes get signed |
| [01:44.55] | Opposed to shine so me holding the blinds |
| [01:47.00] | Mixing golden seal and wine, holding a nine |
| [01:49.45] | In the age of aquaruis... |
| [01:51.24] | The water that arrives baba ba ba |
| [01:53.37] | To purify the world duba ba ba |
| [01:58.05] | Flying through the night du baba ba ba |
| [02:02.89] | So watch out here he comes dudu ba ba ba |
| [02:07.58] | Aquarius! |
| [02:09.35] | Between churches and liquor stores, my mic leaks |
| [02:11.93] | With raps, all over your head like Tweet |
| [02:14.17] | Playing with yourself, thinking the game is just wealth |
| [02:16.86] | Hot for a minute, watch your name just melt |
| [02:19.25] | Same spot where it' s joyous, where the pain is felt |
| [02:21.83] | As you build and destroy yo remain yourself |
| [02:24.15] | They say im slept on, now im bucking in dreams |
| [02:26.84] | And rhyme with the mind of a hustler scheme |
| [02:29.22] | Or the struggle of feinds, I flow over water thats as troubled as teens |
| [02:32.48] | For the love of the team, trying to double the dream |
| [02:35.12] | Be greatful like the chruch psalm my grandmother sings |
| [02:38.01] | Im rubbing my rings across the domes of clones |
| [02:41.33] | Punchlines like Roy Jones with poems |
| [02:43.28] | While you and your dogs foam at the mouth |
| [02:44.96] | Thinking rap is the only way out |
| [02:46.96] | The black human genius will never play out |
| [02:49.89] | I take you way out, where you never been before |
| [02:52.14] | Been it since birth, sent to replish the Eatrh |
| [02:54.39] | That truck that you roll is like a miniature hearse |
| [02:56.76] | I deaded your shit before you finished a verse |
| [02:59.33] | From niggas to gods from bitches to earths |
| [03:01.47] | From Nat to Truck Turner that lives in my verse |
| [03:04.35] | Realness is an act that you cannot rehearse |
| [03:06.80] | Holla back, but listen first |
| [03:08.67] | We in the age of aquarius... |
| [03:15.77] | |
| [03:28.45] | Aquarius! |