Leading single off Aquils' debut LP Land of Synth. When the Past meets present meets future!
Lyrics:
What are we.... what is this...excellence...excellence
What are we.... what is this...excellence...excellence
I sing the praise of my predessors the measure of what I write the flow in MDU NTR
scripted diivine insight language ingited epiphanies from the epicenter of my epic memory all in synergy
I place my energy in higher self sand in my tims at the feet of pyramids kings with likeness of him
connection felt Tutankhamen when I'm rhyming without the wraps or gold I still remind them shining brilliant
story or the myth in fullfillment from Ibis to Falcon to Moors to Nation to Malcolm and 80s outcome
elevate the fallen state of aboriginals it literal era's pivotal thats mirrored in the digtal
few get it tho from the 5% to 10 with wicked intentions legends crack the 85 with unconvential writtens
its all in tradition forget permission of corporations quickening next dimensional MCs awakening
Ode to the past and the pioneers main reason why I'm here something corporations fear and they can't stop
what we call it God Hop raise the octave when I rock what we call it God Hop
what we call it God hop
what we call it God hop
From pyramids to mounds that map meridians now it hard for most heads to comprehend nouns
my Illiad expounds on the seige of this city Philly filthy which built me had many killed
DMT from my first eye cause me to spill extremely high frequency from elf waves that the radio plays the parasitic prey upon the people
they mortified by the tide that changing to balance the evil immortals greet you
angels came but those wit calcifed pineal glands rarely understand the spiritual stance
enhance the devils hand and does his bidding to keep hiding our kind knowledge of self forbidden in this arrogance minds
a crime how payolla and outsides taken over appraising the medoicre they try to trace
inspiration that helps one innovate here to claim my rightful space not the thrown that hand me downs venerate
Ode to present day and right now against all odds creating out sound
corporate fictions dumbfounded they can't stop what we call it God Hop
innovate whenever I rock what we call it God Hop
what we call it God hop
what we call it God hop
Ancient futuristic natural mystic when I graph indented impact impedes stampe of Mcs they turning timid
they call it vintage yet reinvigorate claim they outerspace I speak from innerspace ventilate these melodies
template created by Archatron I'm the archetype that architect the arch out legacy is on prefferbly I'm coressponding with
cosmic aligment coronal mass ejection thats altering climate black matter comet can't comment
the force behind it can silence hordes transform acclaim claim its in vain
meterologist couldn't predict this reign mecurial most high as the pilot I astral plane
only one thing remains is God hop something corporations they can't stop
only one thing remains is God hop something corporations they can't stop
Ode to the yet to be and unborn transform and carry on
transformative the corporations can't stop
what we call it god hop
heritage of this is hip hop and we call it God Hop
what we call it God hop
what we call it God hop
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