Tapetum Lucidum by Croosher Lyrics
[Verse 1: Croosh]
I'm dealing with mathematics, algebraic/
I spit it For The Kids at home afraid to say it/
Manhandling beats, I straight slay shit/
My life is like a long rope with frayed tips/
The hardships could be worse but I conquer/
I perfect my writings till' it's bonkers/
From small shows to sold out concerts/
Some music eases pain and some songs hurt/
I just let beats speak to me in my sleep/
Rise up for glory, never becoming victim to defeat/
I hate having to repeat, I hate having to repeat/
It's whatever, I slide through clever, discrete/
I have visions and become side swiped by others/
I need to flip them out of my way to uncover/
The Heavens above me and the angels that hover/
Instead of staring at the ground and my minds clutter/
(Break) (Eye Repeats)
[Verse 2: Phil Sebastien]
(Ayo) Ayo the throne suits you niggas ill/
Lame mixed with real/
The game fixed changed eye/
Color blue as the red skies/
Who be in the ride?, shot the chariot/
Heaven gave me the crown, sweeter than a cherry get/
It's that one eye open in the scope/
Lay a nigga down broken where he floating to/
(It's) only what was chosen/
Nocturnal potion, wake till' the sun is open/
Gates, hunnit spokes roll, folded paper gold/
Which we hold close, ain't like it's proposed hope/
Open arms gotta problem lockin' doors/
Put a thought up in euphoria the aura of a nigga (soldier) in a scorers boat/
Lay it down, never boasts/
From aerial views, see the clues of what I devote nigga.../
Highs and the lows but what I compose bigger/
Fly from the soul, niggas know the crews signature/
The New Age Giants, we create are own division bruh/
I'm dealing with mathematics, algebraic/
I spit it For The Kids at home afraid to say it/
Manhandling beats, I straight slay shit/
My life is like a long rope with frayed tips/
The hardships could be worse but I conquer/
I perfect my writings till' it's bonkers/
From small shows to sold out concerts/
Some music eases pain and some songs hurt/
I just let beats speak to me in my sleep/
Rise up for glory, never becoming victim to defeat/
I hate having to repeat, I hate having to repeat/
It's whatever, I slide through clever, discrete/
I have visions and become side swiped by others/
I need to flip them out of my way to uncover/
The Heavens above me and the angels that hover/
Instead of staring at the ground and my minds clutter/
(Break) (Eye Repeats)
[Verse 2: Phil Sebastien]
(Ayo) Ayo the throne suits you niggas ill/
Lame mixed with real/
The game fixed changed eye/
Color blue as the red skies/
Who be in the ride?, shot the chariot/
Heaven gave me the crown, sweeter than a cherry get/
It's that one eye open in the scope/
Lay a nigga down broken where he floating to/
(It's) only what was chosen/
Nocturnal potion, wake till' the sun is open/
Gates, hunnit spokes roll, folded paper gold/
Which we hold close, ain't like it's proposed hope/
Open arms gotta problem lockin' doors/
Put a thought up in euphoria the aura of a nigga (soldier) in a scorers boat/
Lay it down, never boasts/
From aerial views, see the clues of what I devote nigga.../
Highs and the lows but what I compose bigger/
Fly from the soul, niggas know the crews signature/
The New Age Giants, we create are own division bruh/