UTD, DCQ, Yasiin Bey, Ces - Moon in Cancer lyrics

Yo this is to the entire Critical Mass
My nigga Tashawn, Jah Born, Big Tu
This how we do check it out
Yeah

Daylight disappears from sight
Sun bleeds on the bricks and
Brings forth the night
The red serenade give shade to backstreets
Heads adjust the EQ for bass in they jeeps
Sound like the drums of a neighboring tribe
Absorb the vibe, feels good, close my eyes
And step out by the crisp night air
I gotta stay aware, god, it's demons out here
Adjust the headset 'fore I begin this trek
Insert the cassette, press play on the deck
The horns echo, and I slip back in the zone
It's time for the high plains man to roam
Yo, I be dealin with magic
Some say mellow dramatic
Lingually acrobatic, stayin fluent in static


I work my way to your town
As the day goes down
I got observatory view of the sight and sound
I feel completely out of place
In this wack rat race
I'm the type of blackman that
Need color and space
But heads be dealin with waste
They be movin at haste
Herbs got somethin to prove
Wanna stare in your face
Brothers wanna compete when there
Ain't shit to win they playin high-post now
I'm prepared for the end
They wanna profile they style like
They got it so sweet
It ain't about what you earn
It's about what you keep
Man passes by in a aimless stroll
Barefoot in the street as
The night grows cold
In reply to his sorrow he begins to dance
He claps his hands
We share an awkward glance

Sun is falling moon is rising
(Yes yes y'all ah freak freak y'all
Freak freak y'all and you don't stop)

I keep mainly to myself
I ain't got too many friends
While they be lookin for rocks
I be searchin for gems i got nothin to lose
I might as well be a winner
Try to radiate the light as
The world gets dimmer
Poppa, haven't you heard
There is power in words
I contemplate to elevate the average
Man on the curb who be slingin his rock
Catchin hell from the cops
Got the world on his back, bein male
Bein black and it's crazy mad stress
The city don't rest
Can't maintain your poise for
The goddamn noise
So I'm watchin my clock because
The day drifts off
At night I reason with myself and
How I can get shit off
Might be readin a book or
Might be drinkin a stout
I might be thinkin it over
Might just need to be out
I might be tryina get money
Might be dealin with honeys
Might be geekin off these devils
Cause they so fuckin funny
Smokin a stoge on the D train chillin
Checkin the skyline of the Watchtower buildin
Images of black in the hills and the valleys
From the tight businessmen to the
Gods from the rallies
A basehead with the Moe Dee shades
A little girl with pretty eyes
And her hair in braids
A mother rest on her seat, rubs her feet
Falls back into sleep, thousand fathoms deep

As the nighttime falls I
Creep through the dark
I check out the scenes in Fort Greene Park
Lost souls in empty memory lanes
No life to live and no goals to gain
This negatory provision is all around us
It's systematic and frantic
The devil hounds us
Set to prevail I take back the night
Wake up my soul and take back my life
I sit back and wait for the right time
But I'm already here, it's in the nighttime

Moonlight starts to fade away
Sun creeps up the bricks and
Brings forth the day
Sun is high and it's AM again
It's time for the killers to slay men again
Business day i want this shit to be over
Got no time to play
So if you wanna help, then do me this favor
Cut the nonsense and let me handle this paper
Time is money and money is time
Ain't a damn thing free, so I must get mine
It's ten to closing, yo son got to jettin
Headed back to the Brak to watch the sunset