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| song title— | Sun vs. Moon |
| performed by | Sage Francis |
| written by | Sage Francis |
| produced by | Sage Francis |
| album title— | A Healthy Distrust |
| track— | 08 of 15 |
| duration— | 3:28 |
| genre— | hip hop |
| artist | |
| background— | biography at sagefrancis.net |
| musical influences— | Run DMC, Chuck D |
| website— | sagefrancis.net |
| album | |
| recorded in | Providence, RI, AS220 |
| record company— | Epitaph Records |
| released on | February 8, 2005 |
| album art— |  |
| engineered by | Chris Warren |
| mastered by | Gene Grimaldi at Oasis Mastering |
| song | |
| suggested by | last.fm Recommended Radio |
| favorite clip— | (0:11) - (0:14) interesting thought… |
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Th-the devil,
Th-th-the devil,
(We worship you! We worship you! We worship you!) The devil only exists because of your belief in him;
same goes for that other guy
I believe the sun is simply reflecting the shine from the moon (word?)
stealing its spotlight, they’ll have a cockfight at noon
to settle their differences
At midnight, rematch
to stir up their similarities on turntables
The chicken scratch proved to be unreadable;
the determining factor in who gets the pitch to control the tides
No one decides a victor unless they give a fair listen to both the sides
(We’re low-lives)
We go blind jerking off to the eclipse
The sun was pulling cheap shots doing commercial body tricks
(behind the back)
(under the leg)
I think he even did a head spin on a crossfader that sounded whack
(but looked excellent!) All of the sudden it gets dim
The crater face steps in
Puts Mexican drumbreaks on the Technics
He’s like, “Let’s begin”
He conducted an orchestra so dope the sun started sweatin’ him
I guess he’d expected to win on pure artistic merit
Composing complex plays with nothin but soundbytes,
burned out the lights,
made MCs too self-conscious to put their mouths to mics
For a thousand nights,
it continued without a single slip up
except once the record skipped
but it kinda sounded cool
and fit within the rhythm he was juggling,
poly-rhythms out of country western albums spinning
It is plain that he had come to win
but as always, due to corrupt judging,
they drew a tie— now it’s do or die The sun was like,
no no no
but the moon was like,
go go go And when the sun was chosen,
I came to the conclusion,
his dad doesn’t know what he’s doin’! God’s not a woman
He’s a big white guy in the sky
and the deserts are reflections of his eyes
He doesn’t cry for us
but when he does,
it’s ’cause he’s drunk
(Say what?)
God’s not a woman
He’s a big white guy in the sky
and the deserts are reflections of his eyes
He doesn’t cry for us
but when he does,
it’s ’cause he’s drunk
and he’s always fucked up
Bottoms up! God’s not a woman,
He’s a bitch. (backmasked:
Praise Jesus
Do everything your mother tells you
Love thy Neighbor
Do not murder everyone
Shit, pussy) (We worship you! We worship you! We worship you!)
Th-the devil
Th-th-the devil This is one hand
clapping alone
This is the smallest violin (violin)
Run rabbit. When they find you they’ll kill your baddest poem
The devil is the fucking white man… (rhyming)
This is one hand clapping alone
This is the smallest violin (violin)
Run rabbit. When they fight you they’ll kill your baddest poem
The white man, the white man, the white man… Th-th-the devil… call:
“Hello?”
“Hi”
“Uh, yea, who is this? This is Sage?”
“No, I was wondering if this was the lollipop factory.”
“Uh, no. This isn’t the lollipop factory, why ?”
“’Cause y’all are a bunch of suckahs !!”
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| Songlog | Here’s a song that will either get you thinking… or it will offend you. Let’s hope for the former. A little more open-minded, hmm? :) |
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