Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sync into the Sun, artist - Jam Jarr. Album song Fat Fruit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.09.2010
Record label: African Dope
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |