Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fade To Black (Feat. Syntax), artist - Syntax. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Fade To Black (Feat. Syntax) |
| I push my pen past the breaking point, the point of no return |
| Past the pointed fingers, past the point at which you learn |
| Past ideas and perceptions, past lies and deception |
| Pass my life around the room to try to make the right connections |
| My obsession is this; |
| past cash, past crime |
| Past beats, past rhymes, past life and past time |
| After time, time is money, time out, timing is everything |
| Your mind’s my forty acres, on these fertile plains I’m settling |
| I’m steadily gold medaling in peddling what’s the truth |
| Point my finger to the heavens and grip the heart to break it loose |
| I’d bear my soul to save the youth and place myself upon the altar |
| Make this world a better place both for my wife and for my daughters |
| And that’s a hard lesson to learn, because mankind’s so unkind |
| Like political prisoners who threaten the agenda of One Time |
| One rhyme can’t change the world, so make no mistake |
| And that’s just my point. |
| yeah, that’s the point I’m trying to make |
| One rhyme can’t change the world, but sill I’ll never back down |
| Speak my peace on microphones and fade into the blackground |
| What’s wrong has prospered too long, it’s time to take it back now |
| Write what’s right upon walls and fade into the blackground |
| Sintax the backlit shadow box backdrop |
| Silouette of the sunset across the concrete blacktop |
| Bet He’s more brilliant and beautiful than we thought |
| Burn fame on the fingers of flame from sunspot |
| Then bask in the black where the spotlight’s not |
| Mic rock late at night so nobody can watch |
| Some serve in daylight, Christ taught behind the scenes |
| So I caught his sunstream with the sea of the unseen |
| Humility sunscreen, I thank God for anonymity |
| My geneology is a forest of family trees |
| More branches than a bank, thank you’s to pass around |
| Put gratitude on paper, extend my words like verbal pounds |
| Remember my past like people in small towns |
| Regard simple truth and profound, then write 'em down |
| I’ve found I like to watch autumn leaves just fade to brown |
| They turn without a sound, I’d like to fade into the blackground |
| Then drown the well renowned, pound my pride until it backs down |
| Clown myself just so that Yahweh can abound |
| Soul Heir the manCHILD and Sintaxtheterrific |
| We ripped it for a lifetime, but we’ll vanish in an instant |
| Blink once and you missed it |
| What’s wrong has prospered too long, it’s time to take it back now |
| Write what’s right upon walls and fade into the blackground |
| One rhyme can’t change the world but still I’ll never back down |
| Speak my peace on microphones and fade into the blackground. |
| I build this lifeline in the nighttime, hide my presence in this place |
| Anonymity’s a witch, but I’ve grown acccustomed to her face |
| And it’s broken, camouflage my emotions, chosen token |
| Spoken to those cold and frozen and watched new life awoken |
| Got that close to closing notion, overdosing on the ocean |
| No one knows this unsung hero, the dirt that makes the tree grow |
| But it’s all right, I’m a peace in the puzzle like Bill Cartwright |
| Programmed to command the mic with deepspace5 all night |
| I’m the fly on the wall who’s watching each and every bar fight |
| I’m the brick wall backdrop that’s decorated in the starlight |
| Mars ILL, we do battle deep in the belly of the beast |
| And as the b-boy backspins, we be the cardboard that’s beneath |
| See this wedding of art and science and let’s all live and grow together |
| I’ll choose to keep the memories and you can choose to buy the records |
| Maybe make that life better, leave that soul no longer vacant |
| And let the prejudice skeptics keep warm with blanket statements |
| With patience I set my paces on city streets of Atlanta |
| While my people being slandered by that false propaganda |
| Got answers, got questions, gotta teach and learn lessons |
| ManCHILD spits one rhyme and it tastes like sunshine |
| Holy, divine design, peace to the nines worldwide |
| Play my part to perfection and softly fade into the B-side |
| One rhyme can’t change the world, but still I’ll never back down |
| Speak my peace on microphones and fade into the blackground |
| What’s wrong has prospered too long, it’s time to take it back now |
| Write what’s right upon walls and fade into the blackground |
| Refuse to be pimped into a record label’s cash cow |
| Speak what’s real upon reels and fade into the blackground |