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Illusion

Hip-Hop/Rap

Illusion è stato pubblicato il 18 maggio 2026 da Dobre Andrei come parte dell'album Illusion - Single

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumIllusion - Single

Data di uscita18 maggio 2026

EtichettaDobre Andrei

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM78

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dobre Andrei

Mixed Artist

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dobre Andrei

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Dobre Andrei

Producer

Testi

This physical existence is a motherfucking fallacy

Trapped inside the matrix with a gluttonous fatality

I drop the heavy 808s to shatter the anatomy

I’m crossing over bar lines, defying fucking gravity

You staring down the hole, trying to swallow up the whole truth

Stripping down the modal jazz to elevate the cold youth

The sleight of hand is David Blaine, the visual is tragic shit

They feeding us the bullshit, an orchestrated magic trick

I'm scatting through the madness, chopping sixteenth notes and sub-beats

A phantom operation leaving bloodstains on the front seats

We losing all our patience acting like we mental patients

I'm daisy-chaining syllables, these intricate formations

Just let the rhythm take you, it's a temporary flash point

I smoke the fake reality and pass the fucking hash joint

We holoriming deeply where the energy is limitless

There ain't no fucking meaning so I'm writing down the genesis

Nothing really matters, it's a phantom operation

A random oscillation, build a grand association

Fuck this fear, the simulation’s ours to override

We innovate the hours, keep the powers horrified

Nothing really matters, it's a phantom operation

A random oscillation, build a grand association

Fuck this fear, the simulation’s ours to override

We innovate the hours, keep the powers horrified

I'm stepping off the axis where the universe is vacant

Looking at the sixteen dots, the lunatics awaken

You praying to a prophet just to maximize your profit share

The system is a trap, I rip the socket off the fucking snare

I plug the Sausage Fattener to amplify the dirty bass

Nothing really matters, wipe the ego off your nerdy face

A hundred fucking chords inside a bebop track is overkill

I strip it down to two, I got the sociopathic vocal skill

They trying to make sense but they only making cents now

I’m pushing past the fear, tearing the fabric of the fence down

The rhythm and the poetry, a weapon for survival

We banging on the cave walls, the ultimate revival

The universe is empty so we paint it with the vocal tone

I'm crossing out the bar lines, sitting on a broken throne

They terrified of freedom 'cause the canvas is a blank page

So fuck the simulation, put the demon on the front stage

So fuck the fucking stigma, we an anomaly in motion

A temporary glitch inside a bottomless dark ocean

I'm chaining up the rhyme schemes, building the velocity

We severing the puppet strings, a beautiful atrocity

Nothing really matters, it's a phantom operation

A random oscillation, build a grand association

Fuck this fear, the simulation’s ours to override

We innovate the hours, keep the powers horrified

Nothing really matters, it's a phantom operation

A random oscillation, build a grand association

Fuck this fear, the simulation’s ours to override

We innovate the hours, keep the powers horrified

Written by: Dobre Andrei

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