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• Artiste: Sage Francis
• Titre: Sun Vs Moon
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Th-the devil Th-th-the devil [x4 then continues until "settle their differences"] 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 its 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 What protection in 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 nothin but soundbytes Burned out the lights Made MCs too self conscious quit the master mics For a thousand nights Continued without a single slip up Except once the record skipped But it kinda sounded cool And fit within the rhythm he was juggling Poly-rhythms 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 The moon was like go go go [x3] 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 Bottom's up God's not a woman He's a bitch Th-the devil Th-th-the devil [x4] This is one hand clapping alone This is the smallest 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 Run rabbit when they fight to kill your baddest poem The white man (the white man) (Th-th-the devil)