Текст песни God Bless the Big Bang - Quadroon

God Bless the Big Bang
I live this Belief And Manifest Mind
While I watch these Thoughts like the sunrise

I better be posted up a the top boi
I better be smoking one up with god boi
I better cooking up like some chop soy
This moment is a miracle, atoms are gods toys

I need myself some paper, tips
Haters gon get layered, a spliff
Amen, be woman
Every time I spit its like a prayer, shit

Because my flow like a aquarist
Walking through an aquarium
A question arises, like what the hell is that blinding
Oh dog don't stress its just timing, mind manifesting

Time unfolds my essence
Through the enlightened, crystallized no diamond
My style on needle point, like my attention
Focus is a matter of energy's direction

Headphones on, instrumental blasting
Last thing I wanna hear is your anxiety
I've had, more struggle through sobriety
Then, you've had in entirety

I'm too tired to breathe, but, fire the beat
Chop samples like egos high as the empire at least
That's what a vampire teaches, we are all cogs
In the machine, gathered by the

Campfire preaching, freedom-like I had a landline speaking
Come to the front lines you wanna see this?
I done the got the bullseye heated
I got the right to die for my cause just like jesus

I grab the mic, spit a round of applause-cant beat this
Come clean, you couldn't compete
Even if You was fucking Ariana Grande, on a very hot day
Wearing a cherry thong, n unbuttoned Louis Vuitton

I better be posted up a the top boi
I better be smoking one up with god boi
I better cooking up like some chop soy
This moment is a miracle, atoms are gods toys

I need myself some paper, tips
Haters gon get layered, a spliff
Amen, be woman
Every time I spit it's like a prayer, shit

Because my flow like a aquarist
Walking through an aquarium
A question arises, like what the hell is that blinding
Oh dog don't stress its just timing, mind manifesting

Time unfolds my essence
Through the enlightened, crystallized no diamond
My style on needle point, like my attention
Focus is a matter of energy's direction

Yo, I pull my bandaids off slowly
There's not a damn day I don't rampage knowing
My mind makes its own damn pain soley
Smoking like I'm chosen, holy, moley

Only, growing, every single moment is a
Morning, mourning, better pick a pencil with a
Purpose, passion fastened in a fashion
Over, it's over, so I release these

Dick dasterdly flows, spit casually cold
Equipped with this, sick savagery soul which rips shit like ritz
Thats how the cracker crumbles
Flipped on my back like I was having tractor troubles

I wont pop, I condense like backwards bubbles
Mic dropped but still my rapwords rumble,
Solo like hans in frozen form, thought it was supposed to storm
More than norm, call it a baker's dozen

Call my pops, he like what the fuck
Wasn't you 'sposed to makin your luck or something
Losing your substance to the one that your smoking
Stoned, in a bubble of your own subordinance

Didn't you, get the memo
Heaven burnt n hell froze, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

I better be posted up a the top boi
I better be smoking one up with god boi
I better cooking up like some chop soy
This moment is a miracle, atoms are gods toys

I need myself some paper, tips
Haters gon get layered, a spliff
Amen, be woman
Every time I spit it's like a prayer, shit

God Bless the Big Bang, I live this Belief And Manifest Mind
While I watch these Thoughts like the sunrise