Текст песни History Doesn't Repeat It Rhymes - Quadroon

I fuck with that, run it back like matt forte
The bears, pull a pen out my torso
Slumber a fortnight, time a popsicle
Snapped, my band rubber fool, spit the

Music of god, lyrics inaudible
From the first sound to the last, there's notta wasted noise
The first choice-when you discover your own voice
Uncovered my faith and returned home

Spliff burn slow, thoughts ashes in the wind
Never waiver fool, I gotta passion for the sin
At last its again, like deja vu
But history doesn't repeat, it rhymes (Facts)

A fact isn't truth, it's a lie that trys
Sound is creation, these words a play
This verse a game, a game that tests
That's why I sit enscribing time on the edge of a desk

You never know youve gone too far until its too late
You never know what you got until ya aint
You never know what your made of til you break
Spirit my breath, my only instrumental fate, look

Since a kid, been sentimental, sent a devil To angel with a message, that said truce
I heard of truth, been looking for some proof
The evidence repetetive n edited thus doomed

So every time I step into a booth, I know that I'm not Quadroon
i know that I am not my tunes
Esoteric maybe but its been apparent lately
Why I keep my mind quiet as the parrot sleeping

I remember recording rhymes while my parents sleeping
Cornered in a closet with my conscious and a beat straight beefing
Leaving, nothing left, put it all on the track
Pick the world up and put it all on my back
just like that

I fuck with that, run it back like matt forte
The bears, pull a pen out my torso
Slumber a fortnight, time a popsicle
Snapped, my band rubber fool, spit the

Music of god, lyrics inaudible
From the first sound to the last, there's notta wasted noise
The first choice-when you discover your own voice
Uncovered my faith and returned home

Thoughts moving at the speed of light, the speed of mind
The speed of time, I speak in rhymes and think in signs
if you invited inside, you'll be enlightened
And ignited by the fire of your inner fight, no beginner's luck

I'm a sinner look, ain't a fucking fluke but also
Got some angel in my blood, a halo for a hairdew
An apprentice to the sun, with god in my breath
The cosmos in my flesh, the one I become

Spliff burn slow, thoughts ashes in the wind
Never waiver fool, I gotta passion for the sin
At last its again, like deja vu
But history doesn't repeat, it rhymes (Facts)

A fact isnt truth, it's a lie that trys
Sound is creation, these words a play
This verse a game... a game that tests
That's why I sit enscribing time on the edge of a desk

Shit stinky like some gas money