Listener - The Night We Called it a Day lyrics

[Verse 1: manCHILD] When the moon shines at noontime, and the sun blazes at midnight Dark and Night coincide, I stay inside and keep the lid tight Catch sight of the morning that pa**es by through my window Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows Spin slow drawl into a strong voice of reason Stand in the snow thinking of summer Just longing for another season Belong in no particular region, but here I stand- Just rocked another show, just can't remember where I am And my family's far from here, but the stars are bright this evening Or this morning or this afternoon, just got here now I'm leaving And I sure remember tomorrow just as clear as I do yesterday Never dance with the Devil, cuz I can't afford the hell to pay Want to blast through your speakers every time your pressing play Want to fix your phonograph so we could set the record straight Dear God I pray- Just let me show this world a better way How you held me to your heart through all the times I fell away I get to, say these words and speak my piece to captive crowds Not certain if it's Day or Night but I know the time is NOW And if we ever lose the purpose as a prelude to the sound Lets just call it a Day, and burn my empire to the ground... [Verse 2: Listener] Ya, amazingly, the Cask of Amontillado Cracks wide open to vibrate your bravado Sewn up escape, body-bagging, like I'm the Count of Monte Cristo World Tour, DL, Coffee shopping, and we're coming to your Bistro We show bright when it comes to your ability I'll be yellin' out h*monyms like I dwell in possibility We gonna call it a Day, because I know you're feeling me Listener, rapper, potpourri of Life- all synonyms to Cornucopia I'm so glad you have a wife- In this wolf eat salmon world You better grab swords and sell your knives or You'll get chopped by the needle when it spins over to my rhymes yo Rap music guys and self-titled artists alike Please think twice before you say your things on the microphone I might not be, but I take it seriously When you really listen to the words, and you're not just hearing me [Hook] Day and Night Wrong or Right Spill our guts with every breath on the mic And hope you call it tight If it's blind give it sight If it's Dark make it Light Some call it Music Deepspace calls it Life [Verse 3: Playdough] Working it out (out), placing my feet to concrete Hitting the street with a vengeance, stench is so sweet But bitter we consider every circle we pa** Probably the reason that I'm breezing through cla** So steadfast we pushed to find the bush that was burning Staying determined and yearning because the lessons we learning are life long (life long) Its my song, I place to erase and transpose all these average joes with weak flows Who knows not the true and living rose who ascended, blended With the beat, compete, and apprehended Today's feeling all right, color at night's Being blocked by the shocking array that we play in light Now I've gone a full day without some wackness heard The ones speaking absurd are finally heeding my word (ya right) And now I'm left with nothing else to say That'd be the Night that I Called it A Day (Called it a Day) [Verse 4: Sev Statik] I'm gonna throw thoughts to a page Let 'em fall where they please Let 'em rise to the sky, rain down to form seas An ocean of possibilities to dwell in Yelling at the top of my lungs convicted by stone tablets as a felon A nocturnal being of love since the dawn of time Watch the sunrise in both my daughter's eyes Permanent shine, find my reflection inside Living to die, dying to live, and all glory given back to God [Verse 5: Freddie Bruno] It was the Night that 24 turned into 12 Had to dust my spiral off, from the top of the shelf On the blank page, using the utensil of potential I'm digging in my brain so I could rip the instrumental With 20 bars left, and I'm consistent from the intro Lighting candle sticks, as the rain hits my window Need to focus in, take the topic and let it flow Got 8 down for the count with 16 to go The writer's blocks are stepping stones towards the metronome Erasing deadlines with headlines placed on my poem Nocturnal with my journal, a wordplay professor The aggressor, resembling soda cans under pressure I'm shaken but not stirred, deterred from my train of think Now I'm aligned, readjusted to infuse the ink I wanna handcuff the hands of time No grace period allotted for here's the sunshine [Hook] [Verse 6: Sintax.The.Terrific] Bet I'm casting nets to dredge The deep blue ways of wet God's silhouette on watered palettes painted pink by suns and set Burnt from a long day's work, but feeling fine Tip its cap and pat the moon upon its back as day declines Candlelight switch as you slip into the evening And curtsy to the sun, as it dips below the ceiling Feeling sort of satellite, like the wind beneath my wings Walk a tightrope for gravity keep lunar kites on orbit strings Man on the moonlight, dream before my time Like the moon reflects the sun, I make the black begin to shine Like the moon rewinds the waters, makes the ocean recline I collapse your mind; I'm Sintax, the melancholy kind Redefine the best, framed fresh in terms of holiness Bless the mic device 'cuz I get nice plus keep a conscious Hence I split the tense, mince words like sentence fragments Moon Dust the bus 'cuz I ain't in it for the cabbage The incandescent crescent spits His omnipresent flame But my fame will flicker out my name's Sintax the wax and wane For the name above names, I'm so glad that Christ came The black burned bright the night He called it a Day... [Verse 7] [ManCHILD] Shadows step for the One, unearthing every tongue, run Underneath the cover of the night time sun Lungs broken and scraped, spoken on shattered breaks Pierce the black hole soul with my faith as I take [Sev Statik] Break Minutes back from father time to coordinate seconds I surround the 11th hour with sound as my weapon [Freddie Bruno] Feeling threatened as they sweat the syndrome of the wicked Heading for your auditory where the Listener would stick it [Listener] Fix it with sk** when it breaks from the construction Crushing your framework and far surpa**ing your presumption [Sintax.The.Terrific] Sun raised by your score with notes my surfacing's Grey matter meteor urban core for Elohim [Playdough] And when the sun sets some one lets the mic down We pipe down, unplug it and leave it tied down But not before we retire the pen Knowing tomorrow we'll be back just to do it again [Sev Statik] Uh, shackled and scarred I still maintain my praise of dark days A sullen world covered in pain So from Dusk 'till Dawn, I represent his word Deepspace 5: sent to serve We travel in the sands of the lost and we understand We battle with the possible chance you take the cross On your block, in your speakers dues is paid We out for a change, in The Night We Called it a Day...