Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quiescent, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Cellar Door: Terminus Ut Exordium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: RPMMSC, The Underachievers
Song language: English
Quiescent |
Looking through one eye to my suprise, |
the other two see nothing more than an ignorant disguise |
Show the clarity and sanity from young nigga, free mind |
I create and redesign while they keep the source alive |
The living Christ has arised to lead the Gods from demise |
Ain’t no more suicides |
I recline inside my lazy boy, floatin' kinda hazy dawg |
She’s still dressed, take it off for preparation intercourse |
Demon child I payed the cost never stayed in one lane |
Switching up through philosophies, elevating my brain |
Because religious hypocrisies gon make a nigga insane |
I ain’t an idiot my nigga they all preaching the same |
I’m the reincarnation of a king long gone |
Gods songs hidden in verses written out by the lord |
Holocaust, burnin' up all these rappers nigga Napalm |
Hit a bong get involved, they stop it til we evolve |
Lawd, reminiscent when I throw the piff in, hopeless wishin' |
My soul imprisoned by this bogus system |
Try to follow the school ?, |
but something was truly missing til a nigga popped a tab |
and captured a true religion Uh |
Free spirit and light bearer and peace in meriting flow, Beast |
Stop staring and just feast you busy talkin' about it, |
I be transforming lyrics into gold like alchemy Uh |
And when endowed fuck it I blow the loud put me on a cloud, |
My reign of they crowned him, |
picture your wishes your soul intentions |
and then you’ll get a hold of senses |
and get your back off fences, a winner, |
back to the center cause we like as some rational thinkers, |
blinded by them diamonds |
But they ain’t gon leave your body with ya, |
them shoes will probably fit cha cause they chain us mentally, |
but not this golden entity |
The truth be shown eventually |
Came up from the bottom my submarine move full throttle |
Drinking the after bottle, Celebrate scream the motto |
Raising up my profits but still counting them commas |
They see em before we drop em, we take our time nigga stop it |
Keep up off they topics then sit up inside the cockpit |
Control this shit in my pocket, it’s nothing my niggas got this |
I put my heart out then they cop it my soul move like a prophet |
That real that Ak on that kushy kite |
Them hoes ain’t got me pissing right, |
let them niggas feeling jaded re-live, |
no respirators I came creative |
Spittin' for the children of Zion, Leo mighty Lion |
Sunchild be vibrant, glowin' from the ions we icons |
Came up out the dark and now the fight on, smite |
Focus got the whole world seekin' knowledge we them prophets, |
subtopics see with your heart not your optics |
My soul my compass in conflict, cop it and roll it |
Headed to the top and I’m not demotin', try test the holy |
Make you test the sky like a vessel, call me the Shepard Uh |
Puffin on that Nebula, Mount Everest where I ended up |
Pop LS on the terrace then I tare it up |
Reemerge your link to the essence in every sentence |
Sentence, witness the beheadin' niggas never use their melon |