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Mood - Illuminated Sunlight lyrics
f/ Sunz of Man [Dante] You get mystified, on how history lied and when the troops came around they had to come in disguise Unvail some tales of days when the sun failed and blind with minds thought we all went to Hell Free energy dwells in deep thoughts like wells In the age where knowledge is born, clientel Let it work for you, buy and sell But make sure it's true cuz I could see your lie in braille My niggaz lie in jail but can't wait to try and kneal Elevatin the higher stimulation of dyin, brain cells I'm dead, I can't tell, yo my think-tank is swell The invisible indivisible bank sales Through outputs, I smuggle my views without hooks Educated myself, work for delf without books or school, it takes an idiot to educate a fool We make history while you search for clues Dirt for tools, genetically alter perfect crews so they falter and can't offer a damn thing to they culture Natural blends, God body, actual men reclaim the name and make Paegan stations bend in one breath I take you hymns off of energy through my skin and I'm blacker than the Indian, attacker in the wind I depend off the fouls and sins of a thousand men [Prodigal Sunn] This is the final chapter of devestation, fatal steps of termination Set up states, deminishin emcee's behind the ancient gates The burnin seven arsonists out the Heaven Severin competition, snitchin the word infliction Now it's my fiction to tell the truth about the contradiction Pay attention, understand my main-dead plan of the devil's mission Causin division, collision through Hell's prison Before you sin again -- stop, look and listen Foes that wanna taste the flame, I'm slitin veins Spittin octane, now you're wounded from the hurricane Fuckin with G-O-D can be a deadly game Don't be a fool, fake moves and face and ever-lastin dead pool I 'scape from the in-forest scene, loaded machine A beam of stream ignite your elements with gasoline The radius supreme, AH! Sunn mercinary Escape the black hole, demolishin, burnin a worth adversary Penetratin through the myst of the Abyss The hired vocalist, mental biologist, the alchemist Devils combust when the enter the God's region I'm like your skin meltin, it gets the body swellin Eternal bleedin! [Chorus 4X: Mood] Sunz of Man and the Mood, livin life divine Genuine, ever-lastin light, sunshine [Main Flo] Tortured like army heads or centipeeds, we build on our centuries Solar definity, true signs of our enemies Life-forms beyond the stratus, and halosatomos with spaceships, we mic-storm planets They wanna vanish my under-sea labs, no wonder we laugh My number-leased staff, my hungerly draft For decades stored, marks the comin of my sword My quest is the healin from the lord Mentally my seed is planed in every mind of the livin Suprise those who rise, often drifted I makes a tapes with crystal guides Like full moons my words are meant to rise Who the fuck you think sent you the lies? Before bread I store lead, de-floor Feds and transport plans throughout foreheads My ability to warn off the uninvited Illuminated Sunlight, make moves through planetary eyes and doom rise through a storm tide Balloon wise and also roam skies of both halfs we cause math through the dome staff Like army war drafts travelled Ghost's path [60 Second Assassin] BLOW! Hold fast with the gas, come and flaaaame at that ass As thought enters the clip all turentials lift Set it, I raise yo' asssss like diabetics Brings the dark to light of hemmoridges, hit the clip of the magnetic gift, foooooes with the tongue swift Sharp as ever, slip, WHAT? WHAT? The juggler Who's next in line, in chime to suffer? My rhymes waaaave from under the gutter Below the grits I smotther, there's too much dirt to cover Beyond the under, 'vasion, body snatcher Endin your what? Chapter, chapter Rapture, niggaz catch Falls like Niagara Buried so deep that when you peak you see Alaska Savin chatter while climbin Assassin's ladder I'm wrappin rubish, graze y'all full with buzzards But reign refutious once two thoughts converge and when I chop into your dead meat like stew like the vultures on the d-low comin at you Heat is oooooon, word is booooond Plus this fable's splittin your dome piece like the wings of an eagle The fore one who keeps it on a roll like a seagul Makin more moves than Ex-Lax, style is the diamon needle My people fuckin plus I'm drunken off that cherries See God beat niggaz down, Earth style, you know my steelo [Chorus 4X] |
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