when the moon shines at noontime, and the sun blazes at midnight
dark and light coincide, i stay inside and keep the lid tight
catch sight 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
standin’ in snow thinkin’ of summer,
just longin' for another season
belong in no particular region, but hear i stand
just rocked another show, just can't remember where i am
and my family’s far from here, but the stars are bright this evenin’
or this morning or this afternoon, just got here now i'm leavin’
and i sure remember tomorrow just as clear as i do yesterday
never dance with the devil, cuz i can’t afford that hell to pay
wanna blast through your speakers every time you press a “play”
wanna fix your 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 your heart all the times i fell away
i get to say these words and speak my peace to captive 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 empire to the ground
[listener]
amazingly, the cask of amontillado cracks wide open to vibrate your bravado
sewn up escape body bagger, like i'm the count of monte cristo
world tour: me ill coffee shopping and we're coming to your bistro
we show bright when it comes to your ability
i'll be yelling out homonyms like i dwell in possibility
we're gonna call it a day because i know you're feeling me
listener, rapper, a potpourri of life
all synonyms to cornucopia; i'm so glad you have a wife
in this wolf-eat-salmon world you better grab swords and sell your knives or
you'll get chopped up by needle when it spins over to my rhyme, yo
rap music guys and self titled artists alike
please think twice before you say your things on the microphone
i might not be, but i take it seriously
when you really listen to the words and you're not just hearing me
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 [2x]
[playdough]
workin' it out, placin' my feet to concrete
hittin' the street with a vengeance, stench is so sweet
but bitter we consider every circle we pass
probl'y the reason that i’m breezin’ through class so steadfast we push to find the bush that was burnin'
stayin’ determined and yearnin' because the lessons we learnin' are life long
it’s my song i place to erase and transpose
all these average joes with weak flows
who knows not the true an’ livin' rose who ascended
blended with the beat; compete then apprehended
today's feelin' all right – color of nights
being blocked by the shock and the ray we playin’ right
now i've gone a full day without some wackness heard
the ones speakin' absurd are finally heeding my word
and now i'm left with nothing else to say
that’d be the night that i called it a day
[sev statik]
i'm gonna throw thoughts to a page
let 'em fall where they please
let 'em rise to the sky, rain down and form seas
an ocean of possibilities to dwell in
yellin' at the top of my lungs; convicted by stone tablets as a felon
a nocturnal being of love since the dawn of time
watch the sunrise in both my daughter's eyes
permanent shine, find my reflection inside
livin' to die, dyin' to live, with all glory given back to god
[freddie bruno]
it was the night that 24 turned into 12
had to dust my spiral off from the top of the shelf
on a 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
lightin’ 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 with 16 to go
the writer's blocks are stepping stones
toward the metronome
erasing deadlines with headlines placed in my poem
nocturnal with my journal, a wordplay professor
the aggressor, resembling soda cans under pressure
i'm shaken but not stirred; deterred from my train of think
now i'm aligned; readjusted to infuse the ink
i wanna handcuff the hands of time
no grace period allotted for; here's the sunshine
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 [2x]
[sintaxtheterrific]
bet i'm casting nets that dredge the deep blue ways of wet
god's silhouette on watered palettes painted pink by suns that set
burnt from a long days work, but feelin' fine
tip its cap and pat the moon upon its back as day declines
catch the light switch as you slip into the evening
and curtsey to the sun as it dips below the ceiling
feeling sorta satellite; like the wind beneath my wings
walk a tightrope of gravity; keep lunar kites on orbit strings
man on the moonlight like 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 sintax the melancholy kind
redefine the best, framed fresh in terms of holiness
bless the mic device, 'cuz i get nice plus keep my conscience
hence i'll split the tense; mince words like sentence fragments
moondust or bust, cause i aint' in it for the cabbage
the incandescent crescent spits its omnipresent flame
but my fame would flicker out; my name sintax to wax and wane
for the name above names, so glad that christ came
the black burned bright the night we called it a day
shadows step on the one unearthed in every tongue
run underneath the cover of the night-time sun lungs broken and scraped; spoken on shattered breaks
pierce the black hole soul with my faith as i take
break minutes back from father time to coordinate seconds
i surround the 11th hour with sound as my weapon
feelin’ threatened coz they sweat the syndrome of the wicked
heading for your auditory where the listener would stick it
fix it with skill when it breaks from the construction
crushing your framework and far surpassing your presumption
sunrays buy your score; wind notes my surface sings
grey matter meteors on “record” for elohim
and when the sun sets some one lets the mic down
we pipe down, unplug it and leave it tied down
but not before we retire the pen
knowin’ tomorrow we'll be back just to do it again
shackled and scarred
i still maintain my phrase on dark days
a sullen world covered in pain
so from dusk 'till dawn i represent his word
deepspace 5: sent to serve
we travel in the sands of the lost and we understand
we battle with the possible chance we take the cross on your block
in your speakers dues is paid
we out for a change in the night we called it a day