paroles de chanson Qitd - Quadroon

Quadroon is the dopest, be doing the mostest
Spitting them roaches, and hittin them beats with a closed fist, have you noticed
This is so sick, you could consider it covid no virus
Imma titan, enlightened just blowing papyrus, and smoking my eyelids
Below the horizons of heaven

We better than most its suprising, dont let it
Go viral, be best if it kept lowkey, so the g-o-v cant get inside it,
Hide it in plain sight, we devising
A plan, for humans, abusing the system n proving
The mystics are ruined, its two in the morning
And I'm up cant sleep, camping, cam be, just ripping these rumens

Written improvements, tatted across all the walls of my basement
So every day I can look at this movement and face it
Then au smack up the track so bad it gunna, gunna need a face lift
Imma tasteless, muthafucker coming from a spaceship, bringing it back to basics

Swinging these raps like bats, my home base is
The booth, with the truth, and I never invite complacent
Or anxious, vibes in my space that's taking away
From moment, unfolding, rocking cotton and poppin racists, in they faces
Ain't stopping 'til we terminate the problem in this nation

Quadroon is the dopest, be doing the mostest
Spitting them roaches, and hittin them beats with a closed fist, have you noticed
This is so sick, you could consider it covid no virus
Imma titan, enlightened just blowing papyrus
And smoking my eyelids, below the horizons of heaven

We better than most its suprising, dont let it
Go viral, be best if it kept lowkey, so the g-o-v can't get inside it
Hide it in plain sight, we devising
A plan, for humans, abusing the system n proving
The mystics are ruined, its two in the morning
And I'm up cant sleep, camping, cam be, just ripping these rumens

Sitting in silence, and sipping on vitamins
Living inside a sin, limit's are quiet ends
Single, and solemn like Sullivan
But I'm not soaking my problems, I pop out a broken hinge

Open the door like we going in
Grabbing my crotch like I hold a piss
Woah is me, woke and rich is a joke, so bitch
Get that gold off your wrist n start holding hands with swollen friends
I won't say it again, so dont get stressed, uh

Dont get dressed unless you also got a vest to protect
Shots blown, imma vet with the tech, spit arrows from a
Crosbow, with a blade on my neck, save it for the next
Bitch, imma satan dressed in human, check mate