Night Sun (feat. OKnice)

Label check, yeah, I'd like one
But they ain't checked under the Night Sun
Looking for a fight, you found the right one
Under the Night Sun, don't even like guns
Praises to the highest
Take your lighter out and light one
Mountains of the Holy Ghost ignite (Deus)
Doubt is nothing to the fire (Dominae)
Give your spirit to the choir (Deus)
'Cause the sun is out at night (Dominae)

I'm a Gothamite that hasn't mastered his wings
Chicken, batter, and some cornbread when fat ladies sing
So kiss the back of the ring, if you ain't trained with a purpose
Hit the canvas with your brains, leave a stain on the surface
Time for Kosher salt and lemon, little bit of soda water
Know you saw yourself a tenant but I'll turn you to a squatter
Only said it like I meant it off a couple drops of blotter
How'd I catch you sleeping? You're supposed to be a spotter
Try this: the tyrant that don't want to divide kids
With violence and images of women like some sirens
Environmental damage can't be understated
So it's time to let go of items that you're flaunting on your pages
Debate is the first stage to activate your cranium
The best with the cadence but always been the worst-paid
My birthday used to bring the manium
But now no one gives a fuck until I got a Brady Bunch, what?

Label check, yeah, I'd like one
But they ain't checked under the Night Sun
Looking for a fight, you found the right one
Under the Night Sun, don't even like guns
Praises to the highest
Take your lighter out and light one
Mountains of the Holy Ghost ignite (Deus)
Doubt is nothing to the fire (Dominae)
Give your spirit to the choir (Deus)
'Cause the sun is out at night (Dominae)

Didn't make the member list, I missed the memorandum
I ain't got no time to reminisce, don't fit in with the fandom
Ghosting all my friends, and shit, I'm drifting like a phantom
Choosing words wisely, my script is in the canon
Hope you write with a purpose, I hope you're right with your God
Don't get caught in the circus 'cause clowns ain't worth the applause
Say that shit with your chest before it works through your jaws
'Cause if you don't, then you a joke, now we laugh at your loss
Label check, who's the tailor? Let this razor get your fitting right
You was talkin' shit but when I show up it's "just kidding", right?
Neon sign paint me in a different light, speaking what I mean
I just regret the songs I didn't write (Get 'em Nice)
Funny how these saints are just some sinners that we pray to
Pressured when I'm penning, hope this sentence is a breakthrough
Centered but I'm spinning in the same spot, take shots
Lame thoughts, brain saying "Cris, we all hate you"
Wade through the bullshit, wake up a sleeping dog
Teeth are gnawed, "see it all"? I never will
I don't need to fix shit, I just need a better pill
Small tank with big fish, thinking we should let it spill (Let it spill)

Label check, yeah, I'd like one
But they ain't checked under the Night Sun
Looking for a fight, you found the right one
Under the Night Sun, don't even like guns
Praises to the highest
Take your lighter out and light one
Mountains of the Holy Ghost ignite (Deus)
Doubt is nothing to the fire (Dominae)
Give your spirit to the choir (Deus)
'Cause the sun is out at night (Dominae)