Philo is Dead

By Quadroon

On Quadrennial

Released on September 22, 2021

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[So here i go, walking down this lonely road again

So here i flow, talking solely through a pad n pen]x2

Learn through my breath, each burden’s a test

Working my best, deserving the rest, Im

Certainly stressed, but fuck it im blessed, no

Search for distress, im letting it all go

Yes, yes

Im letting it all go

(:46)

Purpose in my chest, beat as the beat burp

Feet hurt but i keep taking steps

On an amazing quest, i won't stop

Until shake hands with death

I found my lost soul on side of a crossroad

Notta clue, notta sign, notta costco in sight

Gotta go, gotta move, like the moon in thе nighte

Time’s sound consumes you for its dеlight

I find tunes, sooth my spirit through the fight

I try to, find peace like fine tea at high noon

But really immA vile fool, spitting rhymes through a mic

Turned into a pool of saliva on salvia

Rally up, the troops we bout light the capital on fire

Like these cali bluffs, adament in a alley blunt-ed

Some sick? But imma virus

Like o cyrus, dont try this at home

Continuity

In my community

Like how communion be

That shit be unity

You too cocooned to see

Dog, this is you and me

Yes that is true indeed

Call it truancy

Lets get high, take flight, no propella mmm

Hang glide, my dang rhymes especial as a modela

Throw salt ova shouldas, roll call-im professa

And im here, with a lecture and a beer, dripping with lessons like a tear

Hidden reflections in the mirror, living the message its lyrics

Give a fuck bout its appearance

I wanna know how it feels, to go home to a meal

Is the appeal as real as it seems be, doubt it

Rip out its heart and then pound it, pow pow

Then pile drive it, no violence can match silence, now now

Settle down, like the kettle bell after several rounds

(2:00)

Its Show and tell, check out this stencil, wow wow mmmm

Go to hell, come back to spread love as intentional

As possible

[thats my rational, hand these rations out, fuck a cap n gown]x2

(2:18)

[i make what i wanna do happen

A kid, just started school rappin

They laughing was no adaquate distraction

No auto tune, i just spit out passion]x2

(2:37)

I bring chaos to the cosmos

And extinction to predictions

Blat blat blat blat

Back from the dungeon exploration

Strapped with abundant explanations

Rap with that rumbling intonation

Jump from the sun to pavement and then

Spat splat splat splat

Shots rang

God sang

As we watched the fool get cooked

Like some chow main