"Heavy Light" genre: New School
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	Light as in 'delicate"? 'flimsy'? 'frail'? No, light as in 'a dozen suns x12 of infinite scale' This second release from [gondwanaland] will mesmerize you with it's manic word play over its moody track.
	CD: [gondwanaland]   Label: Temple Remote Credits: words by Thinking, Damaj & Tutall, produced by Circumstance
	Lyrics Heavy Light CHORUS Light as in ‘delicate’? ‘flimsy’? ‘frail’? No, light as in ‘a dozen suns x12 of infinite scale’ The shocking, knee-knocking majesty of the Christ Thunderous, solid, dense, intense heavy light VERSE 1 (THINKING) Eyes open, thunder clap, bolt out of the blue Press pause, flood light, retinas are doomed Disclose, expose, publish, make those Prophesies water tight, digest dynamite Suddenly massive messengers from who knows where Target a tiny town There’s no hiding those shiny gowns Their breath is an almighty sound Speaking what the prophets for centuries Had been writing down - Although the parchments are slightly brown This might astound It gets exciting now See, despite the blinding light we’ve finally found Unavoidable voices of joy that are poised to destroy every icy frown Revealing heavens secret to a planet Underneath it’s striking clouds The smallest revelation ends up frightening crowds Enlightening crowns but I bet they’re finding out, were they to try it they’d be forced to describe my King with more than ninety nouns CHORUS VERSE 2 (DAMAJ) Too many mics, not enough time- true. The very sight of a rushed rhyme- ooooh! Yes, any night we will bust rhymes- Who's Spreading light through the dusk skies- few Prepared to fight through the tough times- too Many heading right to the dust, lives doomed, So men in white came to touch minds- you Better be ready, dynamite combusts at high noon. Take flight or you must try to duel Twenty five steps then we bust lines- BOO! Red ink type kind of gushed, wide wounds, We bury lies, give up in gusts, typhoons, Steady righteous, you can't obstruct my view, Like penny farthing bikes, giving rough rides to crews, And like ten inch spikes stick through lust, crime, booze, And MC hype- and let Jesus shine through. VERSE 3 (TUTALL) Who am I? Just another Hip Hop hitch hiker? Picked up by glory drivers, with rhymes you can’t decipher? I’m dumbfounded. Thumbs up? Thumbs down kid! I hid underground in sparse, sound teaching that’s right! Spun stories are often lost and found, hung behind a masked frown. The Son sponged up, plunged into a dark gown. I’m waiting patiently, facing the East, pacing these shady streets for the return of a sea breeze…please! Blowing away night, lies and sleaze like a sneeze; conceiving daylight rise degree by degree by degree… I illustrate the way truth and life have conquered - oh you wanna play conkers? Wanna battle my seventy sevener cheese-wedge? I’ll knock you into a windmill that de-threads! Notching up another winning kill

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