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from Deepspace 5 - "Night We Called It A Day, The" (2002)
[sintax]
just another one of god’s little building blocks i guess do my best to bail out my chest, my back to bake your progress i can only guess what i might be when i grow up maybe saturate the earth if me and oxygen hook up maybe fuel a rocket ship so that kids can learn to dream got fire in my bones and so i’m prone to blow off steam i’m the breath of the sun, from its lung to far flung got isotopes to poke fun and compounds to become but wait, what have you done? feel the burn that overcomes in the plume of my cloud; death to bloom so well endowed just to shake the earth apart you plan to make my heart to break scorch the earth and burn my memory with the lives you made me take coz i’m hydrogen, heaven or hell within my walls hold my breath and seek peace each time humanity calls and you can call it elementary blend with symmetry periodically we all come together like it was meant to be [listener] through the pressure, i take what you give me and create diamonds shining when the smoke clears from all the violence choking out life when it’s begging with arms open sneaking out lungs suffocating without holding punishing brain cells when i speak my straight prose say how i’m taking o2’s innocence as i boast rain on the aftermath like cold wind in the desert to send chemical baths starting your growth spurt drafting out plans to deliver the right reason stifling life and changing with all seasons i’ll be the carbon copy, graphite and on paper crystallizing oxygen that burns into vapor [manchild] yo, my very presence is a beacon speaking through the dark hearkening hardened hearts and those so far apart to step inside and my reason for being is just to shine bright, and that’s my right but evil men confine me to bar signs and steal my limelight so many find sight beneath my reds, blues and greens love, brawls, crime-scenes amongst the many things that i’ve seen when i’m large on broadway, main attraction type of program my trance will pacify and catch your eyes like butterflies wonder why under my glow all the hookers look so pretty yo i guess all the time they sit with me from here to sin city i see past them as they please on the street corners where they work i illuminate so bright, i see they souls and they hurt i seen adulterous affairs in all the motels where i work i might burst into tears if i don’t die laughing first my name is neon; i glow, i flash, i dim, i flicker i hypnotize the world with some words in a picture [freddie bruno] the dark matter that can’t be created or destroyed existed when time began as a pointless void at the ignition of gunpowder i become airborne and reconfigure anatomy like i was liz claiborne a non-malleable metal that covers your date i’m the impeccable toxin on your china in place i’ve been a prisoners accessory from armory to weaponry paperweight to deadweight to keys to treasuries i’m a guide to magnetism, a basis for stationary a library of rudimentary sound queries profound theories and my series of relevance seated at the table of periodic elements [playdough] from outskirts of outbursts before shouts burst you must intake what’s emitted from the plants and the trees me, i’ve been around and pounded by the lung responsible for breath control on songs sung the final exhale for the lives that diminish to the last push on christ’s words when it was finished from obscure to the obvious i obtained and occupy this whole sky my oh my i fly, but offhand it’s odd i could sink the mighty men, me and hydrogen make it official we combine for the ocean and i send the oscillating breeze so please i outlast and outshine while you’re outlined in some chalk i just walk through orbit, the rest of them forfeit i’m outward searching for some lungs for courtship so you could abort ship and scorch it then i most enjoy when hearts overflow, coz i supply the fuel for songs to overthrow the flesh we override, it’s best to coincide with the one who that you, so we flow through with o2 hook [x4]: [and] you can call it elementary blend with symmetry periodically we all come together like it was meant to be |
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from Deepspace 5 - "Night We Called It A Day, The" (2002)
[listener]
yeah when you get up today to find me not around your place crying realising the events of days past years creeping by and the minutes are forever deep impressing depressing into your heart asking the whys and hows contimplating the start of your end remembering late nights with friends breath grasping for the sides reaching for a platue that spins not i'm so sorry i would not have meant to go but i hope you know that through all the sorrow and hurt that im better i know it sucks to hear how all yall are better ill try the hardest while im alive to get the most done it doesnt make any sense though when death takes you for a run its hard to keep the memory of me locked deep into your arteries part of the leak just can't believe through all the acomplishments and memories that none of it matters the world keeps going life keeps showing how minute it is in the grand scheme of this so when tomorrow comes and you have to wake without me just make sure its the life of me that you miss -chorus- [manchild] i back-slap my clock in the face at the same moment pull seconds from the trash heap cause i got no time to waste chase the sunrise i yell franticly as my tounge ties argue that this day may start without me just might be unwise lungs try to take in oxygen i draw drops in astonishment heart breaks time quakes like kurt vonnegut wisdom of solomon drips my split lip like collagen romancin the stone cold faces of death like harlequin so i stitch my time with silver threads and golden needles enjoy the cold and evil and consider my life is hopeless i focus on the process regardless of the outcome cause thats the only copy of sintax's solo album these are the same hands i used to stroke his soul and grabbed a city by the throat but didnt have the strength to hold it if im ancient by tomorrow just step to the other side and leave the fans in the capable hands of deepspace5 [playdough] sixteen pads for the drum that's where im from wondering how ive become so accustom to the shoulder with the chip a soul with the fat lip my spirits being smacked character still atacked the fact still remains they chose to not use cause mic sparks permenent marks and tattoos they act fools with rules of no castings clearly its pierced my soul the biggest hole is in my heart i'm wishing that tomorrow would start without me maybe then they'd see this emcee plays more of a solution to polution than you but the truth is being masked with dont tell or ask about hurts and lies from shirts and ties because it heavily relies on me wearing disguise is just through reach the lost is placing my arms across my chest lay my body to rest and say goodbye |
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from Deepspace 5 - "Night We Called It A Day, The" (2002)
[sev statik]
well if i'm first i might as well make this verse something you want t listen to, maybe give you a visual of light illumination for dark times, i'm able just to walk with loneliness mic sparking, clashing, so to be smashing out these deep flows paying dues is often the cost for a professional, i'm exceptional when i send thoughts into soldier type fashion march to a hidden part of the pen splashing out onto the page, words drop in brigades non-stop brain waves 24-7 shine or rain, i stay repping to hold down this black ink, more effective than oppression i'm letting out loud screams i'm hearing these ghost writers on the scene invisible to the rest but i know who they possess control your text before your mouth starts rhyming sintax, listener, sev, we're joywriting. hook: we're going joywriting as we rhyme across the map with our thoughts shining concepts right into your lap when we write verbs to link words from ink blurs it comes out fresh to impress on the paper. (repeat) [listener] i lay the groundwork, throw on about ten layers of intricacies shrouded delicately through a buried sea but doesn't matter when you really don't care or see that i love it, seems like lunacy to chase it all so blindly catching me so off guard i'm questioning how much you're feeling me, i could scream like hostages about how much the man keeps me down or i could complain like the handicapped about how my lyrics sound and how it's not accessible, but i won't i should impress my rap-name on your mind like it's a leather belt and i might try to make you feel guilty about how i'm so underground and you're the commercialist soil on top of me..well i'll just lay the groundwork and stay content with my beats mixed in concrete sheets with word repeats phonetically bound by threads of concept pleats recycled into thoughts unique. hook: [sintax] my father's prize possession is a pilot ball point pen he keeps it freshly polished and seldom is it written but he left last week and so i took it for a spin joywriting with my friends, swerving in and out the margin pardon my pleasure because i'm reckless when i grin i never look before i laugh because that's a waste of inhibition cross double punchlines and keeping traffic on their toes i've got em ducking into stitches as i'm steering down the road offroad imagination goes wherever you suppose compose in 4-wheel drive to survive the highs and lows i'm a patouine jedi fully trained in the art my heart metacholorean count is off the charts trained with obe 1 kenobe in the early morning sun spit sound surround like dolby when i breathe through speaker lungs riding bareback on a banth across the sands of tantouine using the force to chart my course holding the hands of elohim who bends my will to win, pod racing on the outer rim deepspacing as i'm chasing down ideas with my pen lament for the loss and pray for peace so kids can cope spit hope, love and joy with every flick of the scripter's pen stroke. hook: |
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from Deepspace 5 - "Night We Called It A Day, The" (2002)
[listener]
i carry my heart in a name-brand box with a handle a suitcase, briefwould be an over-exaggeration many vandals have ravaged and torn at the toughest of my armored skin eventually, i'll be able to tear back the masses stomach to walls of hurt within, smiling deadly slant-toothed grins with so much tactic, it's the saddest of sights, i confess but the loss of a tongue would be the end of all destruction and all countless empathetic waverings sung timidly, but in the end, it's my doubt, yes that overshadows my victory and a war against all the fears that i've already conquered, i sit defeated and cry wondering why they're here and who took them from the cell? and who has the key? i see it pressed deep in the palms of greed chuckling at my misfortune, murder creek is the place to go and drink, the scene is set, dig deep grip mud on the banks and drain your emotions until you weep. hook: on the banks of murder creek where it hurts hearts to speak i wonder if it's worth all the nights i've lost sleep still at peace with the breeze that the globe's been given we'll dredge murder creek to keep this life worth living. (repeat) [sintax] it's the terrific and i'm picking up plastic from the highway if you love to litter, wave your can and sling it sideways got some styrofoam? burn it in your driveway! join me felling forests on every other friday my way of living is beginning to get me torn i was born for mass consumption plus i love to global warm when i perform i form a coastal storm even the greenhouse affected, my breath is above the norm cursed mother earth to scorn and treaded upon her beauty looked creation in her eyes and refused to let her move me i made a movie just to mock the many who really care brought kerosene to earth day and i burned the forest bare then blare my boombox just to noise pollute the air knee deep in murder creek where the river runs red head on river bled but i was fed by blackbird now the whispers in the wind tend to blow backwards and the grass turns brown and the trees don't grow and the sky hits the ground and the river runs low there's more to this life than getting what you want but we've got mother nature bound in the trunk what's known of god is manifest in his creation defacing the earth is disrespecting his reputation man is without excuse when the message is so blatant defacing the earth is disrespecting his reputation. hook: [sev statik] my thoughts recycle themselves before i spit my flow i bring light to a planet to fill up these black holes wack flows get thrown out the session, blessings are real i speak life; my mic held high, never concealed but out the mouths of men, death is heavily manifested consequences echo blind through the vision of mankind it's the image of self made tangible in these last days palms disconnected, infected with man-praise dead words with flesh erode out the alphabet before meaning is found, ya'll making that sound take back those things you never meant, said in vain hate comes in triplets, so i'll hold 3 scopes and take aim murder in the name of god, venom is now spit i can't listen to most rappers, cuz they ain't saying nothing so i sit and wait for my labklik tape soon to be on cd, press play and rotate. hook: |
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from Deepspace 5 - "Night We Called It A Day, The" (2002)
"d" to the double "e" "p" space 5
times 2, ten ways to fly with free stage dives live and direct and everybody's right here so tag this on your soul and stick it down into your ear "d" to the double "e" "p" space 5 times 2, ten ways to fly when we stage dive so, bring it over here, yeah that's the ticket just lend us your ear and we'll show you where to stick it [playdough] my book of notes for quotes where my brain think it rains ink every time my words dance you hearing chance from a deepspace brother the weak take cover under umbrellas of rockafellas, tales of ice and pipe dreams, we write things in panoramically scripts we flip dynamic lips and touch pens inside my journal where the words are eternal so forever they last while yours pass with the last catch phrase, i plays with bic to stick men when we sparring with no physical touch but mic clutch so keep it on while we're pushing onward we spawn words reflecting on diseased emcees we done conquered i've taken friends and foes with amateurs and pros; we're so sorry your wack verse can't compete with passion that burns in me so fervently that's why we on eternity chase throughout deepspace, i take first place in rate race while you was last place, we gas face and leave you bare-footed then show the listener where they can roll it up and put it "d" to the double "e" "p" space 5 times 2, ten ways to fly with free stage dives live and direct and everybody's right here so tag this on your soul and stick it down into your ear "d" to the double "e" "p" space 5 times 2, ten ways to fly when we stage dive so, bring it over here, yeah that's the ticket just lend us your ear and we'll show you where to stick it [manchild] manchisidek, get respect, here to stretch your intellect the punchline is, there's no punchline, but you don't get it yet here to set it straight and maybe get it off my chest could never read your mind, so label me illiterate put my verses versus your verses deep below the surface deepspace5, i hope you appreciate your purchase because art without an audience pretty much defeats the purpose and rapping by myself only tends to make me nervous but let me in your ear, i'll wander around and then some swim in the canal and maybe beat upon the drum i could swing from lobe to lobe to the rhythm of a strobe light whisper sweet nothings through the distortion of an old mic van gogh type sound slice up in your space because we love the way you listen plus the look on your face i made time stand still, history repeat itself i picked a fistfight with the future but she hits below the belt i felt the sting with every breath i took and never missed you supersonic honesty honestly just to get through jump through your headphones with every word i utter hope and pray they don't go in one and out the other "d" to the double "e" "p" space 5 times 2, ten ways to fly with free stage dives live and direct and everybody's right here so tag this on your soul and stick it down into your ear "d" to the double "e" "p" space 5 times 2, ten ways to fly when we stage dive so, bring it over here, yeah that's the ticket just lend us your ear and we'll show you where to stick it [listener] it is just not fair comma how you can apostrophe "t" process this so dash called sagua faire comma in the air exclamation trying to be compatible so hyphen to dash speak semicolon with my quotation quotables colon you love who you are period, i love who i am period but when it comes to liking parenthesis yourself you have a question mark period, new paragraph i have a solution semicolon i have a fresh point dash of hyphen view period i apostrophe "m" punctuating boundaries ampersand all caps can i speak to you quotations mentally underscore evidently ellipses, end line tab it is so hard to re dash invent myself to a platform that you can italics understand period that you can digest comma ampersand holding your hand comma why question mark am i the quote infection that keeps your head dash aching period, parenthesis if you would listen to the synnergies of my thoughts semicolon it would keep your quote foundation from shaking exclamation so, all caps bold, this is for your ear comma for your head comma and for your thoughts just cram it in far and you will see dot dot dot "d" to the double "e" "p" space 5 times 2, ten ways to fly with free stage dives live and direct and everybody's right here so tag this on your soul and stick it down into your ear "d" to the double "e" "p" space 5 times 2, ten ways to fly when we stage dive so, bring it over here, yeah that's the ticket just lend us your ear and we'll show you where to stick it cotton balls, q-tips, toothpicks, pencils headphones, lint, deepspace instrumentals flapjacks, eye drops, cigarettes, wine whoopee cushions, push pins, deepspace rhymes some could probably hurt you and some are just fine deepspace5, we're in your ear every time some could probably hurt you and some are just fine deepspace5, we're in your ear every time "d" to the double "e" "p" space 5 times 2, ten ways to fly with free stage dives everybody's right here til we leave without warning so stick this in your ear and you can call us in the morning "d" to the double "e" "p" space 5 times 2, ten ways to fly when we stage dive so, bring it over here, yeah that's the ticket just lend us your ear and we'll show you where to stick it [freddie b freestyle] |
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from Deepspace 5 - "Night We Called It A Day, The" (2002)
[manchild]
i like to keep her in my pocket when the fans watch but i'm the one to pull her pigtails when we play out in the sandbox and hands stop clapping when manchild's plan's not to rock upon the rhythm when he rocks you my shock values electrify and light your darkest secrets ride the beat. i'll walk beside it on foot if that's the way i feel it and if that's the way i feel it, there's no chance that you'll convince me off the beaten path of substance plus you left the rhythm empty. [freddie bruno] i exel on spreadsheets to freak the journalistic captivate the rhythm and ride with my linguistics performing with the loops let the sentence bring drama beni hahna avenger with the heart of shama untitled god sound, astound the freedom fighter i stay behind the scenes like medical underwriters highlight a parable grammar fluorescent to see split your brain up in sections as a lesson for three. [playdough] i state fact and playback to rate wack take back rhythm like an indian giver, deliver inside of this metronome where poem hits you and splits inside my spirit where my vocal transmits rhythm's key so i'm setting her free, ninety degree pushing clockwise, keeping it quantized and off-wise over the beat we meet in deepspace place rhythm in the palm of my hand as contraband. [listener] now, we are rappers rhyming rap-style rhymes with our dj's tracking beats to crack spines with some blatant accusations pointed straight for your crew then you stutter to defend you are real, oh are you?. hook: dust on the cuts. [playdough] hey there rhythm, it's me again, tell me, how ya been? i guess the middleman could be this pen i use to talk to and walk through they chalk you traced around your silhouette cause how ill it get but watch the intellect resurrect, check god's purpose give me a hat confirming that you truly heard this yeah, there you go, i show improve just to move make the rocky path smooth while i'm taking back the groove. [manchild] yeah, yeah, yeah admittedly i'm jaded but please don't blame it on my freestyle or my content or my cadence or my blatant disregard of the rhythm slash the drum sounds it's just the fact that i got a lot to say and it can't be dumbed down i told you that i'm unsound, so deep i make the young drown dumbfound with one noun with fred b and harry krum now unbound, i stand at the foot of the cross there intersected yo, i'll take the rhythm any way that i can get it. [freddie bruno] i break the powerpoint while your microsoft attempts are just some weak demonstrations that are over the fence your train of thought dissipates like smoke from incense i'm doing wind sprints, using my voice as testament with the golden folklore onlookers would hope for prolific, ziontific phonetic compos-or revise your whole score, write it out on dirt floor put the rhythm in my soul til it secretes my pore. [sintax] i've got a crown of white wisdom hidden below my ballcap i'm pencil fight fencing just to take the rhythm back but if emceeing is believing then sintax just left you doubtless syncopated the rhythm to the pulse of god's verse. [sev statik] and i'll take the reflection of music and use it to inspire men comply with the laws of physics and send this written around the globe for those beings who live to be free no holds barred, transform the sun, moon and stars. hook: dust on the cuts again. [freddie bruno] letters walk parallel with tracks i spit on on the threshold of stress, push through with stiff arm maneuver the pen in slow motion on the canvas your raps ain't fat, the populous is still famished. [playdough] i'm hearing breeze from the treetops present in the beatbox sober like a detox room i come to consume the volume take the rhythmous spoon odiferous with the fume in full bloom, i assume. [manchild] tie a ribbon around the rhythm; earmark it for the future mc's lost their motivation like housepets that spade and neutered play the tutor, make the most, stay the course, make decisions wake the sleeping, take a chance, shake the world, take the rhythm. [sev statik] many words of faith placed inside blue line prison bars divine intervention to easily discard fake knuckas perpetrating on wax, cd's and tapes so i take the rhythm to a new place and mold a new shape. hook:> |
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from Deepspace 5 - "Night We Called It A Day, The" (2002)
it goes one for the money and two for the time
three for mortal man and four for divine five for the rhyme and six for the reason and seven's for the number that signifies completion one for the pleasure and two for the pain three for the struggle and four for the strain five for deepspace and six for something to believe in and seven's for the number that signifies completion. [manchild] lights, camera, activate. activists on picket lines masochists are killing time, we're passionate and spilling rhymes filling minds with a plan so elaborate let's infiltrate this whole charade and undermine the establishment grab your seat belt, fasten it, they fascinate the inhabitants pump us full of information that they know to be inaccurate they got a moral detachment habit, so turn your back on graphic violence static support this positive movement through music or you're stagnant (nah, he's only joking). yeah, but it's not far from the truth in fact, it lives two doors down, right there in apartment # 22 so many schools of thought have been bought or knocked off kilter it only takes a platinum plaque or maybe thirty pieces of silver so who killed the family? let's blame it on the government! it's the democrats, the republicans, whatever party's running it spit something that's heartfelt or emotionally sacred can't walk these streets naked cloaked in my happy-faced hatred realize the world around me is exactly what i make it you've gotta face the music or this music leaves you faceless you've gotta face the music or this music leaves you faceless you've gotta face the music or this music leaves you faceless. it goes, one for the money and two for the time three for the deaf and four for the blind five for the rhyme and six for the reason and seven's for the number that signifies completion one for the pleasure and two for the pain three for the struggle and four for the strain five for deepspace and six for something to believe in and seven's for the number that signifies completion. [listener] now, first of all i can see from where i'm at the moat from which this castle grows. secondly, the kings inside seem content and determined to drive their people far into the moat just to see them float. i saw pain from life and relief by the knife gripped by white knuckles tight hiding deeds from the light people walking with smiles and blades coming from their back residents blindfolded with eyes painted on the front and tied tight in the back blank minds individually fulfilled with the iron fist columnist spitting chaff, trying to vale the hoard feelingless, making everyone a pacifist then there was crushing blows from all the self-titled nobles taking so much more than they're worth killing citizens as they throw them, using them last, it was the shocking melancholic acceptance that the sluggish majority applauded for, lived for, with their abusive leaders giving more i turn my face to dry heave, turn my direction to leave. it goes one for the money and two for the time three for the bread and four for the wine five for the rhyme and six for the reason and seven's for the number that signifies completion one for the pleasure and two for the pain three for the struggle and four for the strain five for deepspace and six for something to believe in and seven's for the number that signifies completion. [sev statik] well, if my name wasn't sev, i wouldn't know the cost of perfection but i recall i was called to just give out these messages wetting kids with semi-automatic pen weapons send them back to the lab second-guessing or thinking on mathematical equations, questions get asked, should they pursue pen and pad infection with no cure? i'm ill but pure, fulfill prescriptions the point man is in, lessons served up for mental treatment it goes one for the money and two for the time three for mortal man and four for divine five for the rhyme and six for the reason and seven's for the number that signifies completion it goes, one for the money and two for the time three for the deaf and four for the blind five for the rhyme and six for the reason and seven's for the number that signifies completion it goes one for the money and two for the time three for the bread and four for the wine five for the rhyme and six for the reason and seven's for the number that signifies completion one for the pleasure and two for the pain three for the struggle and four for the strain five for deepspace and six for something to believe in and seven's for the number that signifies completion. |
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from Deepspace 5 - "Night We Called It A Day, The" (2002)
[playdough]
i swear, i care not what the man thinks my plan aint paper til drips with the fruit of my lips yet, if i get no dap from hand clap from rap that i make, my tangible heart break [manchild] with my arms wide open, i hold opponents to my creed in arrangement, shoplifting stolen moments that i need play stick ball with my chances, broke the window on a street car named desire parked next to the chariots of fire [listener] held down in this quagmire tarnishing crowns as i perspire dwindling empires as i plug wires to transcribe my fire filling ears with my word lives wrapped tight to let you describe the feeling through your own eyes [manchild] and they throw their souls up in the air, cause thats the coin they like to toss they want life without the loss, they want christ without the cross pretty faces, empty inside race the runway, although some say gunplay move the crowd someday, by bloody sunday [sev statik] i dont bother writing flows about clothes and cars record sales is not a measure of how dope you are and this knowledge is what seperates us from them i rather snuff the page, then beat it down with my pen [playdough] microphone testing, a blessing indeed i stay pressing the seed, hoping the hearts will receive in grounds fertile, a brown journal holding the picture a mixture of heart plus emotion form my lyric to your spirit hook: this curse i bear, this curse i swear yall never know the despair between the kick and the snare i scream for you to wake up, but you just dont care you sleeping on my speaking, is my worst nightmare [manchild] grit my teeth and close my eyes, still see the misery that kills men ill just take another step and draw the energy from my children until then, ill just feel the pain and let you hurt me cry my tears in a bottle, so you can drink it when youre thirsty [listener] inviting you to constantly listen and not just hear to be here where i am would cause most people to not do this next year for fear that nobody would listen and only sneer believing that your target audience wouldnt cheer makes you so anxious youll just stand clear well heres a tape and to my thoughts i hope you're near to my concepts please adhere your mind and life in the way thats the most advantageous for your to mirror [playdough] hey man, i gotta snare and a verse where im bearing a curse got me wondering if smothering my kick to disperse this hi-hat im setting it free, its gotta be the same night i called it day what should i say? [sev statik] i write massive amounts of rhymes but the masses dont hear dont care about checking me out, i swear i be cursing my verses and these statements i walk on i guess my talk is too rich for these fools, with jewels in my songs hook: [listener] bound by the realization of what it is that i get up for because its not the sun not the day i do it for fear that ill lose my perception in the long run losing the contrast proverbially of the night to the days bright sun [playdough] a curse is squeezed in an ill verse, to a full bar purse i couldnt spend or bend the rhyme pattern tryna represent with limited content then vent my feelings free inside of these emcees [manchild] see, its hard to hide the fact that its not interesting when im listening me a disappointment go together like cigarettes and nicotine and when it seems my dreams collide with a name on my place card ill drop below the radar, simply focus on the day star [sev statik] its seems to me im hated, cause i choose to be creative im like a leper in a town of fools an outcast making statements against deception sending all of us to hell, worshipping the image of wealth with a poor image of self [listener] doing work causing hurt always writing verbs speak absurd when you heard how i say these words fleshing out pounds of truth from this recording booth when you finally came to care about this curse i bear hook: |
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from Deepspace 5 - "Night We Called It A Day, The" (2002)
[sintax]
the cloud heaved its chest to breathe the breath of god for heaven's sake freeze the crystal face of yahweh on a sheet of liquid space so no man could duplicate or counterfeit his handiwork press the palm print of the universe on snowflakes to disperse they descended upon the earth blessed with reckless abandon fully landed, intercepted by a curse so underhanded now they're stranded on an island strip in the atlantic manhattan hides a mayhem in a mask of winter magic snowing in manhattan like your dreams, it never happened crashing to the earth because nobody strapped them in lashing out and splashing wisdom in your face to wake you up jehovah's living water, but you got a broken cup and you filled it up with latte and you're sitting at a starbucks purchase peace of mind, but can't spare poverty a dime blind believer; snow falling on the cedars a blanket of blessing is the cloak of the deceiver got you fitted for a failure that he measured by the meter draped in comfort's cape, so you got nothing left to fear except the fear of no escape and the fate to which you're born a grate on 38 th street in hopes to keep you warm whether or not you survive the storm doesn't really factor in if you thought you'd last the winter, then you'd better think again the world would sell you water, steal a quarter from a friend you better think again, you better think again. hook - dust on the cuts -- [freddie bruno] i keep it ill and rebuild a monolith up to the cosmos plant spirals on the tip as a landmark for all coasts take life as a package deal and wander aimlessly a zombie wearing a smile is what i came to be took the glitterous gold and made a tithe on sunday i got it back tenfold disguised as wordplay now i'm rapping through a winter in manhattan for the listener heal sheets with blue stripes like i'm your local practitioner [listener] so, heal this wanderer standing on this sidewalk lonely turning my face to the side, sighing to watch my breath exhale in the air. swallowing to keep from crying watching people, thinking that all my life i wasn't even trying cold hearted winter receiving no token warmth for my dying this cancer of regret has got my voice locked in my throat stepping off the curb in central park and observing non-participant of happiness, i know that it's my fault and i've kept myself locked in my prison diseased pleased at the time of my sedentary nature and now consciously merge my life with the fallen leaves. hook - (dust on the cuts) -- [sev statik] i'm work for hire which means i ain't seen a dime for my rhymes but i ignore the business side and dollar signs i just write what's inside for you folks outside i gotta follow my calling and swallow my pride you might see ds5 in some dope magazine ads like stress and xxl to promote record sales cash rules everything around these labels and how they make decisions, how they be painting a picture larger than life, even larger than christ, i ain't kidding you think it matters the company, secular or christian? think again my friend, we've all been deceived the bottom line is money green with the idea of ministry it's history; christian acts carbon copy worldly cats from the sound they create to the image they attach i ain't saying no names because the truth could get me blackballed but it's ungodly to be faking and bite off of biggie smalls. bridge: the world would sell you water, take a quarter from a friend you better think again, you better think again you better think again, you better think again you better think again, you better think again. hook x 2 |
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from Deepspace 5 - "Night We Called It A Day, The" (2002)
[listener]
without these hard times you and i would not know how to treat prosperity i've lived my life dual optically and it would not be until i lost it that i could appreciate true clarity in front of my many reasons for these seasonal concepts includes experience and charity thrift of life is what i have to grasp using it sparingly just does not seem fair to me but i must go about humbly and try to build something try to help others build not just lumping my priorities as my only goals but to point myself directionally to brighten other stars and let them know about galaxies far beyond their thought platforms about men and songs about war and how it's wrong but it's right because basically without the dark we would not know to covet light i know you can hear but you don't always listen to me taking for granted every time you blink that when you open up you'll see. hook: around and around it goes filling the flows with the catchiest slang so whose winning this game (so who is it?) the finger thats spinning this thing because its yin and its yang that keeps the world rotating [playdough] the world turns, but concerns me not with what they got plot land, follow the man leading to onslaught ignorant of what they heading for, i speak in metaphors straight into the market thats black, riding the track bare back, down the path of the straight, open the gate hates filling up the mind of the blind, so i decline all the fruits spoiled, coiled up in the middle was a riddle that had left me perplexed right in the text, out loud as i think it, in getting into the brainstream looking for an answer, to keep it honest (i keep it honest) i got the finest of noodles that i'm rhyming still i'm bombing to the beat i feel the keep it real with rapping in tales of platinum sales you asking me, if its a tragedy that master p could master thee art of acceptance, but regardless he got it and if he can be successful, then do i really want it? hook: [manchild] this rollercoaster ride is up and down, its voice inflection demolition experts, employed to destroy whats been erected i've seen intrepid warriors turn holy when they tempted then listen to public outcry blatant genocide on a record that's like a cop who thanks a dealer for the crack that he sells (thank you) like a woman who thanks a man for all those that he tells (thank you) and oh well, i smell the daisies and try to endure the bee stings arm in arm, with weapons shooting blanks at three kings spread my wing in the dark and fly by night pain infliction keeps my pen encrypted, thats how i write (oh right, alright) i jump the turn-style, burn the sun-dial cry on my pillow for a lifetime, just to experience one smile call me a medicine man, everyone can yeah, i see you lying over there but i believe its better to stand pan-handle on the corner of devotion, and patiently waiting for the world to defy the trends and reverse its rotation hook: |
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from Deepspace 5 - "Night We Called It A Day, The" (2002)
[sintax]
hebron hill sighed with heavy heart, the night to set aside shepherds stargazing, turning pages in the sky planets paraphrasing, speak the language of the cosmos laying flat upon their back to feel the black engulf the globe stuff of prophets' prose published in the firmament got tagged with fatty marker just to make his message permanent palestine wind blows promising her billows west bank blanket shelter shepherds in her meadows from the sandal to the shelltoe, velcro to fat-laces man has walked a million paces but he still can't find the road but one night the light flash of angel flight was cast illuminate the plan, the lamb would shepherd man at last from the now until the everlast, i want to be god's servant like that virgin riding bareback on a pharaoh beast of burden from capernaum to bethlehem to ad infinitum yo, i write em in the wind so my children can recite em. hook: so poetic, expressing the styles, shooting the gift uplift, tear down, bare down in ziontif-expression stressing the fact bringing it back to the essence of the presence where it all began. (repeat) [manchild] the heavenly jerusalem pursued glue my pupils to desktop, use a headlock induce the labor pains through broken sounds until my best shot almost seems subdued, so i renew my passion just for you but you came to my door today just peddling my time away handed me a booklet from your tower as you watched and it's not that i don't appreciate your dedication to your faith and it's not that i'm simply losing patience it's not that i'm not enjoying our every conversation i just find it hard to breathe in such a manufactured fragrance peek my head out of the basement for a moment where i study the science of zion, spying on atonement and navigate by the north star's north wind worship the child with no earthly father who's far from an orphan explore then implore men to hear it, contemplate it mankind can only discover what's already been created. hook: [freddie bruno] tribal instinct running the ink my bloodstream the voice of my spirit that's seen through kings' dreams interpretated the most hated drawn conclusion preserving my brain for the future like cold fusion i'm told to purify the globe and hold my intention write fluid off the margin like a paragraph indention awaken from a meditative state, i freak the tape concentrate to bear witness as the pro creates rocking tracks like songs with sage and quartz stone make the world gain interest like banks on short loans you're easy to get into like section 8 homes i invigorate homes and i dominate poems cats overlooking me like midgets in mall traffic i held my cool, trusted christ and outlasted reaching with eternal prowess that i possess make me do like wyclef from the stress and manifest. hook: |
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