Lyrics Bingers - Quadroon

I rhyme vividly
Nine times out of ten you hear it, you'd think that gods spirit descending in me
To express divinity, through a symphony of soliloquies

You like really G?
I'm all, I understand your struggle intelectually
Trying to grasp the inexpiblicabllely, intelligible
Impeccable, chemical reaction thats theoretically

Supposed to be my rapping, see
When you a B-I-T-C-H, you cant understand
What it's like to meet fate eye to eye and have her
Tell you one day you'll be great

That's my philosophy, to spit verbal artillery
Aimed in your vicinity until you brain will for surely remember me
It would be an attrocity if you forget the
Unfossilized marksman, master of archery

Leaving no part of me, left known unconsciously
My reverberations echo out cosmically, constantly
Rock the beat, stoned, like i got beat with some rocks
Believe or not, i'm chiefing the pot as I properly

Lay down these lines the section 8 properties
The hidden monolopy is now a science
Market violence, create silence by making too much noise
Overstimulation represented in an average kids toy

(Fuck that)