Sage Francis - Sun vs Moon lyrics
[Sage Francis - Sun vs Moon lyrics]
The devil only exists because of
Your belief in him
Same goes for that other guy
I believe the sun is simply reflecting
The shine from the moon (word?)
Stealing it's spotlight
They'll have a cockfight at noon
To settle their differences
At midnight, rematch
To stir up their similarities on turntables
That chicken scratch proved to be unreadable
The determining factor in who gets the
Pitch to control the tides
No one decides a victor unless they give
A fair listen to both the sides
We're low-lives
We go blind jerking off to the eclipse
The sun was pulling cheap shots
Doing commercial body tricks
Behind the back, Under the leg
I think he even did a headspin
On a crossfader that sounded whack
But looked excellent
All of the sudden it gets dim
The crater face steps in
Puts Mexican drumbreaks on the Technics
He's like "Let's begin"
He conducted an orchestra so dope
The sun started sweatin' him
I guess he'd expected to win
On pure artistic merit
Composing complex plays with
Nothing but soundbytes burned out the lights
Made MCs too self conscious to
Put their mouths to mics
For a thousand nights
It continued without a single slip up
Except once the record skipped
But it kinda sounded cool
And fit within the rhythm he was juggling
Polyrhythms out of country
Western albums spinning
It is plain that he had come to win
But as always due to corrupt judging
They drew a tie - Now it's do or die
The sun was like no no no
But the moon was like go go go
And when the sun was chosen
I came to the conclusion
His dad doesn't know what he's doin'
God's not a woman
He's a big white guy in the sky
And the deserts are reflections of his eyes
He doesn't cry for us but when he does
It's cause he's drunk (Say What?)
God's not a woman
He's a big white guy in the sky
And the deserts are reflections of his eyes
He doesn't cry for us but when he does
It's cause he's drunk
And he's always fucked up bottoms up
God's not a woman he's a bitch
(Backmasked: Praise Jesus Christ
Do everything the Bible tells you to
Love thy neighbor do not murder anybody)
Shit, pussy
This is one hand clapping alone
This is the smallest violin (violin)
Run rabbit when they fight to
Kill your baddest poem
The devil is the fucking white man
This is one hand clapping alone
This is the smallest violin (violin)
Run rabbit when they fight to
Kill your baddest poem
The white man (the white man)
Run rabbit when they fight to
Kill your baddest poem
The white man (the white man)
Your belief in him
Same goes for that other guy
I believe the sun is simply reflecting
The shine from the moon (word?)
Stealing it's spotlight
They'll have a cockfight at noon
To settle their differences
At midnight, rematch
To stir up their similarities on turntables
That chicken scratch proved to be unreadable
The determining factor in who gets the
Pitch to control the tides
No one decides a victor unless they give
A fair listen to both the sides
We're low-lives
We go blind jerking off to the eclipse
The sun was pulling cheap shots
Doing commercial body tricks
Behind the back, Under the leg
I think he even did a headspin
On a crossfader that sounded whack
But looked excellent
All of the sudden it gets dim
The crater face steps in
Puts Mexican drumbreaks on the Technics
He's like "Let's begin"
He conducted an orchestra so dope
The sun started sweatin' him
I guess he'd expected to win
On pure artistic merit
Composing complex plays with
Nothing but soundbytes burned out the lights
Made MCs too self conscious to
Put their mouths to mics
For a thousand nights
It continued without a single slip up
Except once the record skipped
But it kinda sounded cool
And fit within the rhythm he was juggling
Polyrhythms out of country
Western albums spinning
It is plain that he had come to win
But as always due to corrupt judging
They drew a tie - Now it's do or die
The sun was like no no no
But the moon was like go go go
And when the sun was chosen
I came to the conclusion
His dad doesn't know what he's doin'
God's not a woman
He's a big white guy in the sky
And the deserts are reflections of his eyes
He doesn't cry for us but when he does
It's cause he's drunk (Say What?)
God's not a woman
He's a big white guy in the sky
And the deserts are reflections of his eyes
He doesn't cry for us but when he does
It's cause he's drunk
And he's always fucked up bottoms up
God's not a woman he's a bitch
(Backmasked: Praise Jesus Christ
Do everything the Bible tells you to
Love thy neighbor do not murder anybody)
Shit, pussy
This is one hand clapping alone
This is the smallest violin (violin)
Run rabbit when they fight to
Kill your baddest poem
The devil is the fucking white man
This is one hand clapping alone
This is the smallest violin (violin)
Run rabbit when they fight to
Kill your baddest poem
The white man (the white man)
Run rabbit when they fight to
Kill your baddest poem
The white man (the white man)