[Verse 1]
When the moon shines at noontime, and the sun blazes at midnight
Dark and Night coincide, I stay inside and keep the lid tight
Catch side of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason
Standing there in soul thinking of summer –
Just longin` for another season
For no particular Reason hear I stand-
Just rocked another show, just can`t remember where I am
And my families far from here, but the stars are bright this evening
On this morning on this afternoon, just got here now I`m leaving
And I shall remember the marble just as clear as I do yesterday
Never dance with the Devil, cuz I cant afford the hell to pay
When I blast through your speakers every time your pressing play
When I fish the phonograph so we could set the record straight
Dear god I pray-
Just let me show this world a better way
How you helped through to your heart and all the times you fade away
I get to, say these words and speak my piece to Catholic Crowds
Not certain if it`s Day or Night but I know the time is NOW
And if we ever lose the purpose as a prelude to the sound
Lets just call it a Day, and burn my empires to the ground...
[Verse 2]
Ya, amazingly, Cask of Amanciatto
Cracks wide open and vibrates your bravado
So I escape, body-bagging, like I`m kinda like Monte Christo
World Tour, DL, Koffeshop, and I`m coming to your Bistro
We show bright when it comes to your ability
I`ll be yellin` out homonyms `cuz I dwell in possibility
We gonna call it a Day, `cuz I know your feelin` me
Listener, Rapper, Popuri of Life- all synonyms of Cornucopia
I`m so glad you have a wife- In this wolf eat samurai world
You better grab your swords and saw your nads off
You`ll get chopped off by the needle as it spins over to my rhyme, yo.
Rap Music guys have a self-title: artist to life
Please think twice before you say your things in the microphone
I might not be, but I take it seriously
When you really listen to the words, an your not just hearing me...
[Hook]
Day and Night
Wrong or Right
Spill our guts with every breath on the mike
And hope you call it tight
If it`s blind give it sight
If it`s Dark make it Light
Some call it Music
Deepspace calls it Life
[Verse 3]
Workin` it out (out), placin` my feet to concrete
Hittin` the street with vengeance, steangence, so sweet
What bitter we consider every circle we pass
Probl`y the reason that I reason with class, so step fast
We pushed and finally pushed that was burnin` staying determined
And yearnin` `cuz the lessons we learnin` were life long (life long)
Its my song, I place to erase
And transpose all these average Joes
With weak flows-
Who knows not, -
The true livin` roles who ascended, blended
With the beat, compete, and apprehended
Today`s feelin` all right, color all right
Being blocked by the shotgun and pray every day and night
Now I`ve gone a full day without some wackness heard
The One`s speakin` absurd-
Are finally heeding my word. (ya right)
And now I`m left with nothing else to say
That be the Night that I Called it A Day (Called it a Day)
[Verse 4]
I`m gonna throw thoughts to a page
Let `em fall where they please
Let `em rise to the sky, rain down, on four seas
An ocean of possibilities that dwellin`
Yellin` at the top of my lungs convicted by stone tablets as a felon
A nocturnal being of love since the grown of time
Watch the sunrise with both my daughter`s eyes
Permanent Shine, refine my reflection inside
Livin` to die, dyin` to live, and all glory given back to God
[Verse 5]
It was the Night that 24 turned into 12
Had to adjust my spiral off, from the top of the shelf
On the blank page, using the utensil of potential
I`m diggin` in my Brain so I could Rip the Instrumental
With 20 bars left, and I`m consistent from the intro
Lighting candle sticks, as the rain hits my window
Need to focus in, take the topic and let it flow
Got 8 down for the count and 16 to go
The Writer`s blocks are stepping stones
Towards the metronome
I`m racing dead last
I`m head last
Placed on my prose
Nocturnal with my journal, a wordplay professor
The aggressor, resembling soda cans under pressure
I`m shakin` but not stirred, deterrent from my train of think
Now I`m aligned, readjusted to infuse the ink
I wanna handcuff the hands of time
No great spirit here allotted for here`s the sunshine...
[Hook]
[Verse 6]
Bet I`m casting nets and dreads
The deep blue ways are wet?????
God`s Silhouette, I wanna palettes painted pink by suns and sets
BURNT from a long days work, but feelin` fine
Tip his cap and path the moon on his back, his day declines
Candlelight Switch as you slip into the evening
A courtesy to the sun, as it dips below the ceiling
Feeling sort of satellite, like the wind beneath my wings
Or the tightrope, or gravity keeps lunar kites on orbit strings
Man on the moonlight, dream before my time
Like the moon reflects the sun, I make the black begin to shine
Like the moon rewinds the waters, makes the ocean recline
I collapse your mind; I`m Syntax, but melancholy kind
Redefine the best, framed fresh in terms of holiness
Bless the mike, device, `Cuz I get nice to keep the conscious
And I split tense mint`s spit words like sentence fragments
Moon dust the must `cuz I aint` in it for the cabbage
The incandescent presence spins, as I`m your present flame
But my name would flicker out my name syntax the wax and wane
For the name above names, I`m so glad that Christ came
The black bird bright the night, we called it a Day...
[End Verse]
Shadows step on the one, on, under every tongue, run
Spoken sentence frags., spoken on shattered breaks
It`s a black hole soul with my faith as I take
Break Minutes back with father time to coordinate seconds
I surround the 11th hour with sound as my weapon
Villain threatened to sweat the syndrome of the wicked
Heading for your Auditory where the Listener would stick it
Fiction, we`re steel, when it breaks from the construction
Crushing your framework and far surpassing your presumption
Sunrays, like a score with notes my surfacing
Great mad at meteors or record the all heed
And when the, Sun Sets
Some one lets the mike down
We pipe down, unplug it and leave it hide down
But not before we retire the pen
`Cuz yo tomorrow we`ll be back just to do it again
Uh, shackled and scarred
I still maintain my praise of dark days
A sullen world covered in pain
So from Dusk `till Dawn, I represent his word
Deepspace 5: set to serve
We travel in this land of the lost and we understand
We battle with the possible chance you take the cross
On your block, in your speakers Dudes is paid
We out for a change, in The Night We Called it a Day...
