My Prism The Underachievers
"My Prism" by The Underachievers is a #HipHop track from 2019. The song explores themes of self-discovery, ambition, and the struggle against societal expectations. Lyrically, it reflects on personal growth and overcoming obstacles. Unique elements include intricate wordplay and a blend of psychedelic beats, contributing to its cultural resonance in the underground scene.
[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
I represent for the elevated clan
Yeah, you know the guys get piff, mad strands
Pop another tab nigga live life grand
I'm an ever living God, nigga fuck a man
Uh, my nigga fuck 'em man
When your soul glow gold like my Egypt fam
My livin soul don't age like I'm Peter Pan
Oh, you're a Jesus Christ fan? I'm the sequel man
See, you've got a piece of God trapped in your soul
It's goes deeper than a motherfucking human though
Christ Conscience shit, living optimal
All the religious bullshit, it's got go
Because these niggas can't read their Bible codes
They preach lies to the masses, fill 'em up with hope
Takin' lunches from you niggas if your pockets broke
Now the preacher in the Church fuckin' lots of hoes
But not my mama though
Cause if I find that out, I'mma cock the hose
And turn the muthafuckin' preacher nigga back to ghost
Now like the Christian religion, he's filled with holes
Nah, but I don't kill though
Tryna see if niggas got sense you know
Fuck the Church and go blow your smoke
The new religion is here, nigga, named Beast Coast
Yeah, we're called Beast Coast
But fuck the US, we turn to the globe
The world inside my hand like a metaphor, poem
Oh, you see the light, it's best I keep going
I came from the great beyond, from out the light I spawned
I ain't a homosapien, I'm from the elevated patriarch
I represent for the elevated clan
Yeah, you know the guys get piff, mad strands
Pop another tab nigga live life grand
I'm an ever living God, nigga fuck a man
Uh, my nigga fuck 'em man
When your soul glow gold like my Egypt fam
My livin soul don't age like I'm Peter Pan
Oh, you're a Jesus Christ fan? I'm the sequel man
See, you've got a piece of God trapped in your soul
It's goes deeper than a motherfucking human though
Christ Conscience shit, living optimal
All the religious bullshit, it's got go
Because these niggas can't read their Bible codes
They preach lies to the masses, fill 'em up with hope
Takin' lunches from you niggas if your pockets broke
Now the preacher in the Church fuckin' lots of hoes
But not my mama though
Cause if I find that out, I'mma cock the hose
And turn the muthafuckin' preacher nigga back to ghost
Now like the Christian religion, he's filled with holes
Nah, but I don't kill though
Tryna see if niggas got sense you know
Fuck the Church and go blow your smoke
The new religion is here, nigga, named Beast Coast
Yeah, we're called Beast Coast
But fuck the US, we turn to the globe
The world inside my hand like a metaphor, poem
Oh, you see the light, it's best I keep going
I came from the great beyond, from out the light I spawned
I ain't a homosapien, I'm from the elevated patriarch
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