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Sun Vs Moon
the devil only exists because of your belief in him.
same goes for that other guy.
i believe the sun is simply reflecting its shine from the moon.
stealing its spotlight. they'll have a cock fight at noon to settle their differences.
at midnight...rematch. to stir up their simularities on turntables,
the chicken scratch will prove to be unreadable.
the determining factor in who gets to pitch-control the tides.
no one decides the victor unless they give a fair listen to both of 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 the cross fader. it sounded wack...but looked excellent.
all of a sudden it gets dim. the crater face steps in.
he puts mexican drum breaks on the techniques and he's like, "let's begin."
he conducted an orchestra so dope the sun started sweatin' him.
i guess he had expected to win on pure artistic merit.
composing complex plays with nothing but sound bites. he burned out the lights
and made emcees too self-conscious to put their mouths to mics.
for a thousand nights this continued without a single slip up.
except once the record skipped, but...it kinda sounded cool.
and it fit within the rhythm he was juggling. poly rhythms out of country western
albums spinning. it is plain to see 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...uh uh, uh uh, uh uh.
the moon was like...uh uh, uh uh, uh uh.
and when the sun was chosen i came to the conclusion.
dad doesn't know what he's doing.
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 because 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 because he's drunk.
and he's always fucked up. bottom's up.
god's not a woman!!! he's a beyotch.
this is one hand clapping alone.
this is the smallest violin.
run rabbit. when they find you they'll kill your baddest poem.
the devil is the fucking white man...rhyming.
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