The Winter Moon — текст песни

In the evening by the moonlight

You can hear those voices singing

(In the evening by the moonlight.)

Now it’s time for the Dyno to apply the primer. We made your mind warp,

what are you flippin' rhymes for?

I climbed yours tryin' to find a brain sleepin' in the shade. Your precision’s

an ?, skip that page kid, your shit’s delayed

I hit the stage with this mad facin' and I’m used to it It balances the lovely

juice I get. I refuse to let it

Bruise the Sep Sev. I bet heads get rep, when these Dyno guys finalize the

outline. It’s about time

And about face and about that shit you spew. Ridicule is all it’s given you.

You mean them little shoes really fit on you?

I’m returnin' it, with tourniquets, for those who didn’t earn they shit.

I know you, you’s a prick. You should learn to

Quit fuckin' with my passion. I’m not askin, I’m statin'. Blastin' fake men

even make galaxies shake

Now that we’ve taken control of your city, fixing broken pieces.

Chokin' the weak shit, leavin' kids holdin' they thesis

Soul is released with the force like none other can. It’s the sun hoverin'

above the mic, havin' fun smotherin'

The sinners you left shittin' on your minty fresh breath. I enter,

penetrate like a splinter. Winter brings death

In the moonlight’s when we strike, under the stars, gettin' ours in the breeze

every night

In the moonlight’s when we strike, under the stars, gettin' ours in the breeze

every night

In the moonlight’s when we strike, under the stars, gettin' ours in the breeze

every night

In the moonlight’s when we strike, under the stars, gettin' ours in the breeze

every night

Winter is the reason for my cold outlook. Freezin' in command, rigidly sun

shook on

This, major inter-react phase pass of the hindered fashion, broke glass and

slapped backs when

Niggas is cold-blooded like fascists. Sellin' your soul like Marseilles is to

demons who max lavish

Average soldiers to suit up in Columbia, North face predict go to the bubble

ooze warmin' ya

Makin' ya feel like Summers in Sudan, So long Hemetic Man, Trapped in cold land

glaciers

Solid to effect the Melanin, Racist activities with linear-thinking masons

Givin' me dreams of ice. Life’s inside of me slashin', words bit the shatters

of fractions

I rock the headly Hanson, black markers supportin' a sportin' forclin' gavilin

policies of

Barterin' jugglin' charterin' ice coffins, starvin' winter region bleedin'

towards the margin

Who really cares? This negative mantra of winter solcstice, little drama and

force imposin'

In the moonlight’s when we strike, under the stars, gettin' ours in the breeze

every night

In the moonlight’s when we strike, under the stars, gettin' ours in the breeze

every night

In the moonlight’s when we strike, under the stars, gettin' ours in the breeze

every night

In the moonlight’s when we strike, under the stars, gettin' ours in the breeze

every night

I bury bodies in the tundra and puncture your lung cartilage because I hate the

way you market shit

My talkin' is the unproductive, that bullshit track is rubbish, your wack ass

tape, I over-dubbed it

Elusive, You think you do shit but you don’t do shit, cause two kids that told

you that they bought your new shit

Them little bitches got you gassed up, you pick the mask up, cause Halloween is

declined. It’s winter time

Many frost bit hands and toes. I land blows to the thorax, Beatin' you with the

mic until the cord snaps

I’m all for the jackin' of a sucka' lackin', so it’s the scoop, call copyrights

and get him sued for his loop

I stoop to levels, wait for the commotion to settle, then sneak up and start

laying bodies out in the meadow

The Gen Woundwart ready to import bombs within ya secta', The mic carresor,

what pulled the lever?

Sever denyin', take over zones like Stalin. My armies watchin', so I suggest

you use caution

There ain’t no darts, I hit the bulls-eye with perfection, and I can add it to

the Spectrum Collection

In the moonlight’s when we strike, under the stars, gettin' ours in the breeze

every night

In the moonlight’s when we strike, under the stars, gettin' ours in the breeze

every night

In the moonlight’s when we strike, under the stars, gettin' ours in the breeze

every night

In the moonlight’s when we strike, under the stars, gettin' ours in the breeze

every night

In the evening by the moonlight

You can hear those voices singing

(In the evening by the moonlight.)

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