Invisible Inc - Slap the Sun lyrics
[Invisible Inc - Slap the Sun lyrics]
Someday im gonna wake up with
My pathos to race
Hop out of bed, hop in my step
And slap the sun in the face
Hopped up on hope
The hops and oats are closed and
Wrapped up on their case
In case this happens
I’ll be rapping fast and be clapping the bass
The San Francisco's sky’s flyin since
I don’t feel blue today
I’ll spit my game at fog and
Actively be maccin the gray
All tapkins down the stairs excited
While I’m racking my brain
Can’t put a damper on my mood
I love the hammerin rain
Someday I’ll hit the streets, emerging happy
Purging happy on the mic
And on the table bumping cuts
Like funky surgeons might
My lane is merging right
So when I signal wrong I take a breath
And and chose a path that gets me
Through the sunrise from the night instead
I’m heading to a vision that’s
Been hidden in dark
Where Rosa Parks and Carl Marx
Enjoy the treatment of stars
Were breathing in bars
Is needed then were reading too far
Into barbaric clerical errors where
Terror is large
Yo, I’m tired of you
Saying congress is stacked
You’re making me laugh
Thinking of the patriot act
You’re making an ass
Of mass and I’m taking it back
Instead of sending monkeys into space
To taking a crack at being president
My seniman is not to pen the peniten
Yes men peddling the head nod etiquette
Pez dispenser politicians get a better
Record in the matter
Of dispensing bread And butter to the masses
I penned a letter to my senator
To let her know I’m ready for a bit
Of better Weather after
Cleansing and metaphor
Closure is what I set it for
Exposure is what I sent it for
And those who bet on four more years
Are who I meant it for
A shedding of a leddin cover has begun
The second coming kind of failed so
Now we’re back to one
The burning bush is pushing papers
But his dad is done so when I wake up in the
Morning I’ma slap the sun
My pathos to race
Hop out of bed, hop in my step
And slap the sun in the face
Hopped up on hope
The hops and oats are closed and
Wrapped up on their case
In case this happens
I’ll be rapping fast and be clapping the bass
The San Francisco's sky’s flyin since
I don’t feel blue today
I’ll spit my game at fog and
Actively be maccin the gray
All tapkins down the stairs excited
While I’m racking my brain
Can’t put a damper on my mood
I love the hammerin rain
Someday I’ll hit the streets, emerging happy
Purging happy on the mic
And on the table bumping cuts
Like funky surgeons might
My lane is merging right
So when I signal wrong I take a breath
And and chose a path that gets me
Through the sunrise from the night instead
I’m heading to a vision that’s
Been hidden in dark
Where Rosa Parks and Carl Marx
Enjoy the treatment of stars
Were breathing in bars
Is needed then were reading too far
Into barbaric clerical errors where
Terror is large
Yo, I’m tired of you
Saying congress is stacked
You’re making me laugh
Thinking of the patriot act
You’re making an ass
Of mass and I’m taking it back
Instead of sending monkeys into space
To taking a crack at being president
My seniman is not to pen the peniten
Yes men peddling the head nod etiquette
Pez dispenser politicians get a better
Record in the matter
Of dispensing bread And butter to the masses
I penned a letter to my senator
To let her know I’m ready for a bit
Of better Weather after
Cleansing and metaphor
Closure is what I set it for
Exposure is what I sent it for
And those who bet on four more years
Are who I meant it for
A shedding of a leddin cover has begun
The second coming kind of failed so
Now we’re back to one
The burning bush is pushing papers
But his dad is done so when I wake up in the
Morning I’ma slap the sun