Horizon

[Verse 1: Mr. Eon] My soul is in the clutches of the sin that I spin E duck and weave Your epic is septic Skeptics exit, this next shit is hectic Pull down Lex my wreck's eclectic With no mutants your shit ain't worth two cents Present false pretense while I'm tree dense Can not keep kosher, bacon inhaler Eon sacrilegious, inhaling swine dishes I clench the stench, you call it hellish Have the judges throw it up to fulfill my blunt fetish God passed me over, lamb's blood resident Constant torment, inventing elements Horrific when lifted, terrific when spliffed Your blurbs through the curb, my proverbs superb I rock from top tens and decades of Air Max These weapons ain't worthy stay laced on the track [Hook: Basheeba Earth (Black Sun)] Every day I rise, sunlight in my eyes Stay focused on the prize (If I can make it I'ma take it) Late night here we are, wishing on a star So close but so far (So close I can taste it) Every day I rise, sunlight in my eyes Stay focused on the prize (Jump on my own two and chase it) Late night here we are, wishing on a star So close but so far (Face it our lyrics lace it) [Verse 2: Tru Persona] Yo it's my turn now and I'ma what? Put it on ya I'm the kid in the hall who gets high when he wanna Baring south, south east That is if you stand in the cannon Of the fresh mouth piece that spit flames on an amateur Position is relevant Long as you eloquent If not I don't want it hear about your block, stop Aggressive, of course I'm referring to the backwards movements Like Catholic students who got the rules bent Reprimandation for those who living in the past Or the future, energy remains super Through the fibers of glass The past sound proof class doing my thing Which is not sucking a label's ass Or copy catting what's new and hot this year Drop a tear for all of dem who fell off to Cape Fear Mad scared like, "Will my shit sell? Will my shit sell?" Face facts, you just in it so yo can cop a flip sale Call your gay friends who really got no ends See y'all can chill in videos like yo, we rock gems I network it with brothers who ain't so concerned with surface And we ain't mad at ya, we laugh at ya [Hook] [Verse 3: Basheeba Earth] Yo I freak ya telepathy Take a deep breath and see The goddess quest a G Heat up the session we Light flames on wax Giving me the energy to break a devil back if he trying a Tec You getting smacked with the gat, you know the format An ambush in the night We taking control, bullshitters get it right As my front unite you might feel some fright Surrounded by shadows in the dark Fight, aight [Black Sun] Analyse these memoirs Shadow assassins, double up on ten bars Like drug czars for cash and sacrifice the street sheppard Music messiah move like a leopard Fuel injected Jaguar cap bless this biblical scandal Baptize the sandals Nazareth nomad, vocab vandal Tony Randal Felix Unger Arm cuff 'em, take 'em under Run like precipitation, sounds of thunder Torn us under They shark notes no jokes any hip hop hoax My flows will flame ya folks, make a move Groove merchant Soul searching Hard labor keep working Person to person conversing, deep like sea urchins King cobras, snake charmers link like figaroers Forever, eat 'em like cayenne pepper For better or for worse one verse Black Sun burst [Hook] [Outro: Black Sun] Yeah, one time to the universal families of the world. Keep striving. Realizing. See the light over the horizon. Give a shout out to shadows in the dark. Sinister Voicez. Basheeba Earth on the chorus. Mr. Eon. Tru Persona. Uh oh I smell that aroma. Chill, chill, Tommy Tee with the hot tracks. Whole fam keep it moving like that. Format, format. Yeah, make your fingers snap