Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Adam`s Apple , by - Bradata feat. VPD, Tape 83.2 & Yugen BlakrokRelease date: 09.01.2017
Song language: English
Adam`s Apple |
| Theologians cloaked in pessimism |
| Faith frozen as sky gates open |
| Microwaves scramble brain states |
| Cells move in a retrograde motion |
| Out of reach for necrophiliacs |
| They only dream of touching my hands like sleeveless ?? |
| I’ve pierced my quill right through the belly of hell |
| The lady plays the blues smooth |
| Synchronize to the moon and heard tunes |
| Like Tarrow to the fool in the blind spot |
| The third eye’s the ultimate tool |
| If these thought forms are the front lines ?? |
| ?? |
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| Then our platoons conquer empires |
| Crush, kill, shake kings in their boots |
| So the poison pen leaks out blood drips |
| There will be no death unnecessary |
| Excuse the murder references, when it comes to words I’m a mercenary, thirsty |
| Breathing ?? |
| reciting odes to the dark star |
| Yugen uncrafts scoping all directions like a hydra |
| Smithing these bars from the blue fires of finding coplet disorders |
| On star dust, architect for techs, seas like magnetic field orders |
| It takes eons for the late man to see the invisible hand hasm |
| But free minds see through the hoax like paranormal ectoplasm |
| And as I walk I wonder if there was any real consequence |
| If time’s a man made concept conceived only through our consciousness |
| Cuz seasons come and goes |
| But in my mental tabernacle I weave inside the golden age searching for Adam’s |
| apple |
| My brain catalogs details of what is and isn’t an ism |
| So in my gamma state my crown disperses light rays like a prism |
| And as we fight with what exists, separate the facts from the myths |
| Try to extract our beings from the dream, ?? |
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| exists |
| In '84 I swam to a dead end, acoustic chamber was born ?? |
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| knuckle |
| Buckle til I eventually learned to walk through walls like apparitions |
| Create time space for the spirits experience |
| To count seven blessings daily for each of my affiliates |
| Whose words had turned water violet in a purple black universe |
| I watch them shoot from the root, blue with every dedicated verse |
| Sifting bass thoughts through a funnel |
| Reality tunnel land |
| Flipping through dimensional gray area like television channel static |