Towards The Sublime by Trabolee Lyrics
[Verse 1: Trabolee]
Fuck food for thought!
This is the Devil’s Pie made from God particles
When I rhyme it’s libation for the dead radicals
The lines align with the constellations
Holy matrimony with the mic was my emancipation
Put you on a hiatus when I’m switching heights
With constant elevation of the mind, the third eye is blind
I’m Cyclops, cycling your psyche, a psychedelic ride
The revolution of a lab in your orbit
Let it haunt you like a ghost wrote it
My soul blacked out but I harnessed the darkness
Some righteous energy so I can channel this madness
But I’m not on your channel so you say I’m a lost cause
Coz I don’t compare my false flows to menopause
Or say how I got more ho’s than Santa Claus
That’s not your preference, your contribution to the decadence
Let’s burn the incense as I connect with my inner sense
My innocence
(Don’t tell my mamma her seed is blowing trees
Don’t tell my mamma her seed is blowing trees
Don’t tell my mamma her seed is blowing trees)
[Hook: Trabolee]
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Towards the sublime
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Towards the sublime
[Verse 2: Genetic Disorder]
Fuck food for thought!
Hii ni token kabla spotlight sija-gain
Love is pain, I have a feeling ukinichukia siezi lalamika
Tulikuwa hapa kabla hata continents kugawanyika
Wanaleta gimmicks for the better civics
Naleta physics na metaphysics
Walini-sideline, spirit moving towards the sublime, seated kwa stairs
High on Datura na-spit sumu kwa snares
This world is not my home so napita
Kwa lab na scrolls za Veda na Gita
Mi ndio the truth, […] kwa polygraph nabeba na ether
Beauty ni skin-deep, nili-unzip ngozi yangu ugliness yangu aione vizuri
Akili yangu kubwa kuliko gap iko katikati ya infinity na sufuri
Ku-cement love yangu kwa hip hop sihitaji products za Bamburi
Down to earth lakini nita-walk tall hadi ndani ya kaburi
Milango na sura nyingi kuliko kitabu cha Zaburi
Calendars na a thousand clock nilizitumia ku-bandage spirit yangu shattered na mentality ya time hu-heal vidonda
The down-shattered na notion ya time flies
24-hour clock system kwa arm ya ostrich na kiwi
[Hook: Trabolee]
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Towards the sublime
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Towards the sublime
Fuck food for thought!
This is the Devil’s Pie made from God particles
When I rhyme it’s libation for the dead radicals
The lines align with the constellations
Holy matrimony with the mic was my emancipation
Put you on a hiatus when I’m switching heights
With constant elevation of the mind, the third eye is blind
I’m Cyclops, cycling your psyche, a psychedelic ride
The revolution of a lab in your orbit
Let it haunt you like a ghost wrote it
My soul blacked out but I harnessed the darkness
Some righteous energy so I can channel this madness
But I’m not on your channel so you say I’m a lost cause
Coz I don’t compare my false flows to menopause
Or say how I got more ho’s than Santa Claus
That’s not your preference, your contribution to the decadence
Let’s burn the incense as I connect with my inner sense
My innocence
(Don’t tell my mamma her seed is blowing trees
Don’t tell my mamma her seed is blowing trees
Don’t tell my mamma her seed is blowing trees)
[Hook: Trabolee]
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Towards the sublime
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Towards the sublime
[Verse 2: Genetic Disorder]
Fuck food for thought!
Hii ni token kabla spotlight sija-gain
Love is pain, I have a feeling ukinichukia siezi lalamika
Tulikuwa hapa kabla hata continents kugawanyika
Wanaleta gimmicks for the better civics
Naleta physics na metaphysics
Walini-sideline, spirit moving towards the sublime, seated kwa stairs
High on Datura na-spit sumu kwa snares
This world is not my home so napita
Kwa lab na scrolls za Veda na Gita
Mi ndio the truth, […] kwa polygraph nabeba na ether
Beauty ni skin-deep, nili-unzip ngozi yangu ugliness yangu aione vizuri
Akili yangu kubwa kuliko gap iko katikati ya infinity na sufuri
Ku-cement love yangu kwa hip hop sihitaji products za Bamburi
Down to earth lakini nita-walk tall hadi ndani ya kaburi
Milango na sura nyingi kuliko kitabu cha Zaburi
Calendars na a thousand clock nilizitumia ku-bandage spirit yangu shattered na mentality ya time hu-heal vidonda
The down-shattered na notion ya time flies
24-hour clock system kwa arm ya ostrich na kiwi
[Hook: Trabolee]
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Towards the sublime
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Lock my body can’t trap my mind
Towards the sublime