CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : TiLL-SUN-UP

Cold was the Night
Bright was the Sky
Dark were the light's
Bold was the Kite
High were the Star's
Low were the Cloud's
Pure was the Blood
Blessed was Christ
Pale was the Art
Faint was the Heart
Fame has no Love
Tamed was My Mind, Then
I Sunk, The horizon, it downed
Heavy was the Crown
And Clown's wear it Now
So Yeah

Am all over the place like contour's, till Sun up, I don't conform
Am feeling in the zone, Like a king's throne
Please pardon my manner's, likе a n***a macin
Please Pardon the fеlas, they live in OMERTÀ, You live in OMERTÀ
I live in OMERTÀ with heavenly prayer's
It's just no matter, exhuming the thought's
Kept it moving, like a Poltergeist
Undecided time, like am rolling a die
N***a's are, gunning, for my demise
They don't know, that am with, The redeemer
Now watching them like 3D mow
Took a vow, to kill em all down, one by one
Me and the gang, like Moustafa
We smoking this beat, like a rasta
We voing way high till sun-up
Then back down, till sun-down with stellar outcast's
Taking this back, to the freestyle's, on the balcony
Among us, u'l turn, to feline's, I flow like a river, on this track
Me and the boy's, got no distrust
We don't hang, with no diva's
We just want the madiba's
Slay goat's, like am levi
Am a hunter killer, men are, snake headed
N***a's are, nack stabbing, riding, this flow, like a dirt bike
This sh*t, yoo dirty, like hentai
Am cosplaying, as murdah
This is, mixed masala, walala wasala, gijima bafana, caphela banaka
These bar's and verse, constrict like python's
Cold was the Night
Bright was the Sky
Dark were the light's
Bold was the Kite
High were the Star's
Low were the Cloud's
Pure was the Blood
Blessed was Christ
Pale was the Art
Faint was the Heart
Fame has no Love
Tamed was My Mind, Then
I Sunk, The horizon, it downed
Heavy was the Crown
And Clown's wear it Now
So Yeah

Staring in the sky, In the night time
As I close my eye's, with the right mind
Reminiscing, over past live's
And a future, coated in fairy dust
Night sparked slight, by fire flies, In africa, Christ ma**es, are dark, like Christ never died
Just black snow falling, from wildfires
In ice cold season's
Shaking from hate, our leader's give us, So we get warmth, off another person's living
Ordeal's
Am talking that, burning conversation
The holy book said…, we should pray for them
We putting the blame on them
Black Men, God felt your pain
Stop hating, on other, black man's successe's
I ain't, moving from this place, like a mannequin
Got more power, like a zulu man
Am gonna quit, when My feet, get replaced ,by a pair wing's
Am gonna dream, until, Martin Luther king, turn's in his own grave
Am gonna build, until, that n***a , Bob the builder, can't fix it no more
Am gonna chill, until, winter's, go out, on Summer vacation's
Am gonna O.D, trying to drink, prescription pill's, to keep asleep, for it's the only, reality, That really matter's, when your country, is up all night
Like wildfire's, burning bright
Cold was the Night
Bright was the Sky
Dark were the light's
Bold was the Kite
High were the Star's
Low were the Cloud's
Pure was the Blood
Blessed was Christ
Pale was the Art
Faint was the Heart
Fame has no Love
Tamed was My Mind, Then
I Sunk, The horizon, it downed
Heavy was the Crown
And Clown's wear it Now
So Yeah