Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moonlight, artist - CYNE. Album song Evolution Fight, in the genre Танцевальная музыка
Date of issue: 28.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Project Mooncircle
Song language: English
Moonlight |
These days rappers are shitty |
Really gritty, that’s what my style is |
I culture shock the most |
We boast, but yet we modest |
Fuck stereotypes, we’ve spent many a nights |
Fightin' the likes of hypocrites with every a mic |
We bold |
Poetic slave but I ain’t never been sold |
Or I was told to move my prose and go for gold |
Oh, no you didn’t |
Think I was bullshittin' |
My gift of gab is real as troops sittin' |
Brown skin warriors, in the Middle East |
Words are pen and piece of rapin' |
(For real, nothing’s sacred) |
In these last days, where corny rap’s the crackcane |
While I map waves to validate my rap days |
Caught in the tension, some call the art of suspension, we |
Pursue the heart and use the art as a weaponry |
Pursue the heart and use the art as a weapon, see? |
Pursue the heart and use the art as a weapon, yo |
(Cise Star): |
Soft radiance, baby I’m in the moonlight |
Get in a groove until you move right |
Come on baby, we gon' live life |
Hold tight, lose sight, it’s alright |
Soft radiance, baby I’m in the moonlight |
Get in a groove until you move right |
Come on baby, we gon' live life |
Hold tight, lose sight, it’s alright |
It’s alright |
For my midnight fever brushing my shoulders |
I’m stepping out in the club, the Cise is the renaissance |
Bringin' it back to slowin' it down |
From the up to downtown, nigga I get around |
The people they know me, I’m taking this slowly |
This city is mine, you blind son, only the lonely |
Stand at the top, I’m chased by the haters and cops |
That don’t wanna see a nigga shine, I own the block |
You fuckin' wit' him? |
You fuckin' wit me |
You betta believe you might leave with blood on your sleeve |
Wreckin' the place and put a sour taste in your face |
Escapin' the grace and got one foot in the grave |
The money you made, lyrical art disseminate |
Oppress the mind like lyrical and biblical days |
We ready to take him, you niggas are hatin' |
Motherfucker, you what? |
Talk shit, I ain’t playin' |
Now |
Soft radiance, baby I’m in the moonlight |
Get in a groove until you move right |
Come on baby, we gon' live life |
Hold tight, lose sight, it’s alright |
Soft radiance, baby I’m in the moonlight |
Get in a groove until you move right |
Come on baby, we gon' live life |
Hold tight, lose sight, it’s alright |
(Akin) |
Ay, yo |
I’m feelin' off balance, you know my style’s kinda different |
It’s not quite commercial, yet beyond the ground vision |
Catch me in stores, a nigga fall between giants |
Yet I just do it fluid, I’m classic, check the mind |
Before the tours of all types, what flavor are yours? |
You can get it now or later, niggas headed for morgues |
I bring it, crime and king, while emcees get thrown |
Right out the ring, wit' yo' bling shit, it’s sing-along |
(For real) |
I got a fetish to rock a true beat boy |
Rock steady when I grip mics, my clone is a decoy to trap |
Wack niggas explorin' the thought of battlin' |
I double dare you to come near fool, I’m better than |
Michael Jack, you talk then I might go slap |
Taste out your mouth, damn look, now you’re bitter |
Quitter, after you heard me and Clyde rip |
Them boys like 'put that down, you got a vise grip' |
(Cise Star) |
Soft radiance, baby I’m in the moonlight |
Get in a groove until you move right |
Come on baby, we gon' live life |
Hold tight, lose sight, it’s alright |
Soft radiance, baby I’m in the moonlight |
Get in a groove until you move right |
Come on baby, we gon' live life |
Hold tight, lose sight, it’s alright |
It’s alright |