DESCRIPTION:
Intro:
In the silence of my lonely room I
think, night n' day, under the hide of
me, there's an oh such a hungry
yearning burning inside of me
JP's Verse:
My minds on the battle
My hearts back home
You See I had to leave it there to get where I'm goin
And no one
Knew what to expect
When they signed up
Fresh out the chicken coop
Now I stand
Lined up
And beside me
Stand all my brothers
Saying fight for my freedom
To show my true colours
White Ta red
Just Like the blood shed
Tear a bullet through
Your head now u lay dead
Go and tell your mother
Don't ask me for forgiveness
For I am the true witness
Uh
Night and day no difference
See I was born to be the sickest
And raised to be the quickest
Demon quarterback
There ever was
to ever live
They tried to kill me once
Now these bitches envious
imma say it once again
They tried to kill me once
Now these bitches envious
Chorus 1:
night n' day X4 day
Amorphous' Verse 1:
Insomniac patient, with no patience,
makin' me anxious to construct a
populous in metropolis of boom-bap
hypothesis,
in my written thesis on top of this,
in paragraphs that increases your
defense, get over on the other side of the fence,
there's no stoppin' this,
emerge from labour,
watered-down emcees get
evaporated into differences like
vapor;
from oxygen levels in my high-lung
capacity, discovered by my radar;
emergency in point blank accuracy,
I generate an innovative mastery
built from plain artistry:
particular predicament combats,
consistin' of contradiction, I'm standin' adjacent;
metaphoric imagery compacts that whack versin',
my version of; "stay a distant way from my crops vermin,"
while in night n' day I'm thinkin',
linkin' the inkin' to the instruments;
drinkin' water, gettin' bothered by the wondrous wander of the thoughts brought to you by the search of meanin',
it does not include or contain actual
evidence of answers in this
container retainer;
also involvin' a higher question
remainder of our or other existence
in the distance, for instance;
my dictionary diction inflicts in
conflict, revealin' them non-fiction
reflection of their external mirror
mirrorin' an internal mirror also
mirrorin',
is an abstract meanin' of internal
reaction to the external mirror of
themselves
Chorus 2:
In the.. In the silence of my lonely
room I think.. I think of, night n' day..
Mm, I think of
Amorphous' Verse 2:
My after mathematic transparent
equation in process of continuous
train of thought, is somethin' that
can't be calculated through a
computer-chip base machinery,
I track infinite trains deep in trackin'
avoidin' traffic, I think; fuck bursary,
I'll graduate with advanced nursery
of rhymes, no cursory, I practice;
practically is tactic,
I 'll formulate condensational
memories meltin' inside your captive
cap n' leave you stranded;
abandoned, attached in a cap-sule
on the frozen ice cap,
pardon.. I'm cold-hearted, bogarted
the obscenities with no bargain
guarded, regardless, it's not even
numbers;
emcee-newcomers regarded, can't
see me as far as the eye can see
across the frozen sea;
I'm ge-nius, be-cause, I'm writin'
metaphorically existent to the
poetry, knowingly
Outro:
night n' day, under the hide of me,
there's an oh such a hungry yearning
burning inside of me