Sonz o' Light Songtext
von The D.O.C.

Yeah, yeah, ha ha ha
Yeah, this is that nigga, uh
That one and only motherfuckin′ nigga
Named erotic in the motherfuckin' house
Droppin′ some of that wicked ass shit for the 1995
Look up, yo, my nigga gettin' ready to do
A little somethin' on this motherfucker
We gon′ run a little somethin′ like this, check it out


Blowin' in the breeze, playin′ with the devil in the cell
Moonlight, seen him last night
Standin' in the rubble, so I went down to buy several
Directs in the field of need
Niggas killin′ niggas 'cause there ain′t no weed
It's too much cap, difficult to breathe
And I think it's all over, here we go
New world, whole different kind of flow
Can′t find food ′cause there ain't no light
The sad sod fuckin′ with the master right
Five years short when it all begin
Raindrop burn a big hole in your skin
Who come to the rendezvous
Watch out, that nigga comin' back to cap you
But just like the drummer keep drummin′
Nigga keep trippin', thinkin′ 'bout a lot of bullshittin'

It′s comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin′ (It's comin′)
You're fuckin' with the sons of light
It′s comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin' (It′s comin′)
It's comin′ (It's comin′)


Two oh oh oh, this is how it go
The ego just be killin' it, cock, we all stop
See a lesson that your preacher never taught
Niggas if your shit ain′t right, you get struck
Bully war comin' like a mad truck
They got our dealers in the pen so we fucked
Stuck, today, can't get away
You can pray but it′s too late, you gotta pay
Black hole sun, here it comes, celebrate
We great seal the fate, don′t procrastinate
Shunned under God, invisible
Don't miss the point, situation is critical
Nervous, or it goes to flow
Drummin′ you're thinkin′ but you still don't know
Just like the drummer keep drummin′
Niggas keep trippin', thinkin' ′bout a lot of bullshittin′

It's comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin′ (It's comin')
You′re fuckin′ with the sons of light
It's comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin′ (It's comin')
It′s comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin' (It′s comin′)

Surrender to the beat, black hole complete
Blessed and meet me, fast here we go
It's hot, gotta get a shot
Jet, straight, to the dope spot
Bet, nothin′ but the real
Quick step, we kept the sherm at your crib
Underground, depths, can't relate
I walk around in a fucked up mind state
Lookin′ for some dust, when they bust
Barrel on us, when we bust
He barrel on us, who wanna die?
Everybody lookin' for the reason why
Look at this Armageddon, black sun settin′
Never get to heaven if you ride the beast
Concrete's in the piece
No more indo, gin, or juice
New world, you got to cut the bullshit loose
Just like the drummer keep drummin'
Nigga keep trippin′, thinkin′ 'bout a lot of bullshittin′

It's comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin' (It′s comin′)
You're fuckin′ with the sons of light
It's comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin' (It′s comin′)
It's comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin′ (It's comin')
It′s comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin' (It′s comin′)
It's comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin′ (It's comin')
It′s comin′ (It's comin′)
It's comin′ (It's comin′)