Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Recollections of the wraith, artist - Shabazz Palaces. Date of issue: 27.06.2011
Song language: English
Recollections of the wraith |
| With that moonlight on your mind, you wonder what you’ll find |
| With the sunlight falling down, you gotsta find a sound |
| With that starlight in your eyes, you wanna find surprise |
| With the neon in your blood, you move to find your love… |
| (You heard me, Helen. Oh yeah.) To-night |
| Clear some space out, so we can space out. |
| Starlight, advance on your mind |
| Anticipation, excitements to climb |
| Information, choices and sensation |
| New rules you can play with |
| Blues: you can shake them |
| No predictable surprise, no sarcastic satires |
| Just ancient patient beings seeing it to it, you’ll get high |
| New off the space ship, dipped in punctuation |
| Oh what’s cracking, get your crew up with your do-up |
| It’s certain to be workin' when you flirtin' with it to us |
| And the kicks involved, the fix evolves, the mix revolves |
| Dilemma of this bitch ass cliché. |
| Rap’s gettin soft |
| The ghetto sound sprawl. |
| It bounce wall to wall |
| Enthrall us and ya’ll. |
| It’s music that chews up |
| This prove it, we dos it |
| You lose it, it’s crucial |
| All we do is answering the call to… |
| Clear some space out, so we can space out. |
| (4x) |
| I pushed away belt for dark blue. |
| Birds looking at me like, «Who are you cat?» |
| Hat tilted off my jewels with stars toothin'; |
| Every word that come out my mouth just sparkles up |
| Nigga, I wish you would. |
| You wish you could |
| You think you should, but you don’t, and you won’t |
| You have another drink, stop and think |
| Look, you fucking with the crew to get that ship to sink |
| We don’t ra-ra in the club; |
| we dance, though |
| Take a chance. |
| You know that we gots to dazzle |
| They just clones tossing they own confetti |
| When the plush crush through, you just stay ready |
| I do it, be it, see it, feel it, and I free it |
| And the shit I pop is heated cause I love it and I mean it |
| So baby, let’s touch and agree: |
| Fucking with me, ain’t no telling what you gonna see… |
| (Yo doc, what you wearing, nigga?) To-night |
| (Shit, I’m dressing like I was at the Ali/Frasier fight.) Tonight |
| Clear some space out, so we can space out |