Subliminal Spectrum - Staring at Cloud Nine
Another blue sky dayCool Breeze like Freddie Calhoun
Walking around Paris with red balloon
Following me around like I was the head of the troupe
But I'm dead in the groove, now I'm ready to move
And I can do anything better than you, naw that ain't true, ya'll that ain't true
But I can pass for a rapper, maybe not a master, ready for disaster
Cause I'm the jack of - all trades - and the master of none
Packing lines full of fine print hiding in the diamonds' shine and that's just for fun
That's just the one, the two, the three and the four
A hundred and thirty beats per minute coming to kick in your door
Doctor Aven behaving in ways with sound that's reshaping my sway
Resounding then taking away, profound in the simplest of ways
Surrounded in triplets, in phase, to pound in your temples the phrasing
And now... just let it go
Staring into clouds (Nine), daring them come down (Mine)
Fog upon my brow (I'm), just another clown (Fine)
I can play role (Dear), who is in control (Fear)
We can ride this weather out forever (Forever...forever)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Nine clouds sitting on the ground as I levitate
Beat died down but I'm down to resuscitate
Eight o' eight beating on your chest gonna resonate
That's that jam, that's that soul, that's that isht you can't control
I could break you down some wisdom, that ain't what you're asking for
That's a roll, that's a wrap, that's too simple, that's a fact
These rhymes are elementary, Watson, hit me up when the heat comes back
When the beat comes back I got this, don't question me now just watch this
I'm gonna give it a second
Then tear it up, bear my cup, blood and gold, my chalice raring up
Is it rare enough, raw, stare into the air and bust, yell justice
Like somebody cares or what, but, I'm just another every man
Just another empty promise laid in every hand
Just the echo of the shadow of a doubt, battle from the mouth
On this hill I make my stand
Staring into clouds (Nine), daring them come down (Mine)
Fog upon my brow (I'm), just another clown (Fine)
I can play role (Dear), who is in control (Fear)
We can ride this weather out forever (Forever... forever)
Written by:
Andrew Carpenter
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