Song: Quadroon
Artist:  Daydreams
Year: 2021
Viewed: 31 - Published at: 6 years ago

Thirteenth day of the reversal
Hurt feet clay after rehearsal
Catastrophic symbiotics, semantics cinematic
Poetry is made at the edge of running water

The clones load is a stoned toad
Theres the sense of something watching me from the sky
Presently, persistently, and yet genuinely gentle
Primed with mantras, existentially essential

Fear comes like a wind, what rеsists persists
You must willing to lose evеrything to gain it all
We tend to suffer silently
Uncertainty lies around the corner, explain-evolve

Archaic techniques of ecstacy practiced in the Crack between the world
What can you show me? Behind reality
Aside from objects of, cultural fascination

Multiple raps thats im making, surpassing the gap separating
The amassed from the amazing, try to battle me
And i casually, make a casualty out of any facility’s
Faculty, fashionably causing tragedies
I move beautifully and tactically, accurately
And Consume fools like you do inadequately
The tree of life’s apples low hanging, fruit
And i believe Adam sent me to speak the truth radically

(1:39)

I emcee, and thus
Move the crowd telekinetically
I say what they think, telepathically
Im just sympathetic, empathically compassionate
And betta at using lettas to send em over instruments

The mission is to give attention by getting it
Through the witnessing and listening to magnificent
Raps that never lack passion, packed with acrobatic
Syntax, systematic synnonyms within
Essential rhythms

I paint this picture within the stencil given, n easel paying respect to
Lesser evils, giving thanks to better people
I once knew a clever devil, she took me into the deep end
And let me sink until i hit the ocean floor beneath

Arrose to the surface in form of a tsunami, tidal wave
With an army from atlantis, posiedions tritan, stained
With the blood inflicted from self hate
This experience is here to remind you, youre okay
(2:23)

[Imma killer without a mask, a drinker without his flask
A spitter without his raps , a hitter without a bat]x2
Im the reveeeeealed truth
You feel me dog, i feeeel you

Its kills me dog, to spill blood
But we must fight for whats stilll true
Imma builder without his tools, children who outta school
The water out of a pool - reveeealed truth

( Daydreams )
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