[Lyric] Sita Ram (Quadroon)

Im outta this spacetime, thoughts are fourth dimensional
Life’s a bitch and that whore’s wxceptional
Imma animal on these instrumentals, you more a vegetable
I Make the impossible plausible, incredible

The unexpectable, exceptional, ineffable
This second is amendable, thats undeniable
Just like that the fact i been supplying dope
With my rhymes n quotes, so deep you’ll need a microscope to see

From within the dry eyes of a grounded angel
Thoughts manifest in the form of a halo
Liquidated gold, flowing down the mountain
Into the fountain of youth every two weeks like a payroll

What if the cosmic clock was powered by a potato?
Meant potato, dropping pots of gold atop a rainbow
My feet hanging off the edge of this sidewalk
My shell’s silver, watching hells river stay flowing

(2:09)
[Twenty one
With a son
What a trip
What the fuck
What a kid
What is luck
What is lust
What is love
...
What is what
Yeah, what is what]

[What is what]x8


(2:48)

I ain't ever ask for shit, dog im an animal
Lone wolf’s cold flow, blowin down a thousand dominoes
Didn't ask to be born this way, dog imma miracle
With the persuasion that could make a flat earther spherical

An athesist spirtual, a rationalist empirical
A mumble rapper lyrical, motivation turn material
A common cold vinerial, lateral movement from the serial
Its the imperative, imperial impersonating
The merigold, miracle, ariel, ethereal
I swear he flow like paramour off a can of arisol
Oh there he go like mary round the block
To silence the lambs and lay the crown down atop

[This head of curls, that changed his world
My baby boy, and my baby girl]x2

[Twenty one
With a son
What a trip
What the fuck
What a kid
What is luck
What is lust
What is love
...
What is what
Yeah, what is what]x3