Sync Into The Sun
Try to stay awake
eat great
contemplate
Never harbour hate
try to integrate
Palm fate /off
I'ma burn like a papsak Molotov
One shake fire, my desire is to set it off
When I come say boom
this is my room
Bring on the doom
I'm the cartoon
Life is an illusion and its ending pretty soon
Good
the only time I chill is in the tomb
Never on the tune, cause you know i make a rap zoom
You can find me in the smoke plumes
Underground like the catacombs sweep clean like a new broom
I'll meet you in the ether with the fumes
So we're gonna go
Drop it till ya done
Bodies hit the floor when we
Sync into the sun
Sync into the, sync into the
Sync into the sun
So we're gonna go
Sync into the sun
Pitcher at the bar, you can part with your riches
Make you bitter like a sour sucker pucker you can lick it
If you get a ticket, check checka check it i can kick it
Slicker than oily clicker, bicker when i trick it
With my licker, make you sicker than being stricken with rickets
Bluster, buster muster up a fuss
Suss suckers in a second, lick a lady into lust
Fresh breeze in ya CD sleeve, shiver like a gust
Of wind
dizzy like a spindle
Wriggle like you're wrestling and giggle when you win
Tin-tin has fire in follicles upon his chin
Bakaman, I got a fire burning up within
So we're gonna go
Drop it till ya done
Bodies hit the floor when we
Sync into the sun
Sync into the, sync into the
Sync into the sun
/ So we're gonna go
Sync into the sun
You can find me at the rapture
With a microphone still kicking rap tones right at ya
Slap ya make you live a little through the trash sir
Take a bash sir if you like
take a swipe miss
Or you'll never know the life that you might miss
Crisis by the time strife leaves you lifeless
Clock is just a vice /but your time's still priceless
Nicencess
leave it for the birds and the mice this
Mind is stronger than the bind of the tight fist
Let's all try just give a little light twist
Life's about more than the ice on your right wrist
It's a party but the party could be twice this
So we're gonna go
Drop it till ya done
Bodies hit the floor when we
Sync into the sun
Sync into the, sync into the
Sync into the sun
So we're gonna go
Sync into the sun
eat great
contemplate
Never harbour hate
try to integrate
Palm fate /off
I'ma burn like a papsak Molotov
One shake fire, my desire is to set it off
When I come say boom
this is my room
Bring on the doom
I'm the cartoon
Life is an illusion and its ending pretty soon
Good
the only time I chill is in the tomb
Never on the tune, cause you know i make a rap zoom
You can find me in the smoke plumes
Underground like the catacombs sweep clean like a new broom
I'll meet you in the ether with the fumes
So we're gonna go
Drop it till ya done
Bodies hit the floor when we
Sync into the sun
Sync into the, sync into the
Sync into the sun
So we're gonna go
Sync into the sun
Pitcher at the bar, you can part with your riches
Make you bitter like a sour sucker pucker you can lick it
If you get a ticket, check checka check it i can kick it
Slicker than oily clicker, bicker when i trick it
With my licker, make you sicker than being stricken with rickets
Bluster, buster muster up a fuss
Suss suckers in a second, lick a lady into lust
Fresh breeze in ya CD sleeve, shiver like a gust
Of wind
dizzy like a spindle
Wriggle like you're wrestling and giggle when you win
Tin-tin has fire in follicles upon his chin
Bakaman, I got a fire burning up within
So we're gonna go
Drop it till ya done
Bodies hit the floor when we
Sync into the sun
Sync into the, sync into the
Sync into the sun
/ So we're gonna go
Sync into the sun
You can find me at the rapture
With a microphone still kicking rap tones right at ya
Slap ya make you live a little through the trash sir
Take a bash sir if you like
take a swipe miss
Or you'll never know the life that you might miss
Crisis by the time strife leaves you lifeless
Clock is just a vice /but your time's still priceless
Nicencess
leave it for the birds and the mice this
Mind is stronger than the bind of the tight fist
Let's all try just give a little light twist
Life's about more than the ice on your right wrist
It's a party but the party could be twice this
So we're gonna go
Drop it till ya done
Bodies hit the floor when we
Sync into the sun
Sync into the, sync into the
Sync into the sun
So we're gonna go
Sync into the sun
Credits
Writer(s): Mduduzi Edmond Tshabalala, Kingdom Siphiwe Sibisi, Gabi Le Roux
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