Lyrics

Cover The Sun
By: Glitch Arsonist

Verse 1
Yea I rumble in the pit loading up the clip/ firing ak-47s from my hip/
rushed the lobby I heard shots I thought one got me I felt like shooting
was the perfect hobby/ no trace I come through spitting in a fast pace
chain swinging left to right smelling like colgate/ I take the situation
put it in my watch glass/ cops crash hopping the gates hoping they not
fast/ on the rock all alone where my crew?/ no visits, moms counting
down the days more then u/ no spirit depression became cognizant/ not
with it put the scene in my dream, I still did it/ vapor rises
solidifies drunk when you kill a guy/ get em high stack it up and get it
by/ get low twist dro flip dough/ his alchemist touch transmute bricks
to gold/ 86 I was born gave music a physical form/ which followed a
reform/ started swelling my dome I wanna be home but, grief can only be
endured alone/ the pros was gone the cons was present/ love the pros at
the time not the consequences/ never thought never stopped to think/ I
had beef started clapping niggaz faster then a bird blink/ no beams
having bullets circling yours blood streams/they ripping in ya/ let them
settle while they linger/ I fucked up when I tried to cover the sun with
one finger/

Hook

you cant cover the sun with one finger/ I worked to hard just to get smoked out by one trigger/
one nigga/ play thug shoot/ had a happy finger/ raised in the hood where respect is expendable/

(Repeat)

Verse2

A'yo I do what I do say what I do my word is my bond/ design my cobra
flow with my lyrical yarn/ pitching on the block putting up extra
innings/ they say heart kills but the kid is still living/stay in my
thug residence all I do is post on the block and breed dead presidents/
negligence crime drugs and guns was commendable/ raised in the hood where
revenge was acceptable/ niggaz still dreaming while I'm still
accomplishing/ I'm still accomplishing while I'm still astonishing the
public/ ya mind wants to hate but your heart love it/ neva optimist
always popping shit/ pop shit clap your lips splitting souls like
apocalypse/ the struggle? Yeah that's apart of the puzzle/ I wish I can
change that and the piece where my stomach rumbles/ replace with cars
and wealth/

Hook

you cant cover the sun with one finger/ I worked to hard just to get smoked out by one trigger/
one nigga/ play thug shoot/ had a happy finger/ raised in the hood where respect is expendable/

(Repeat)

Verse 3

Dramatic lyricist traumatizing weak artists/ I went from god to Zeus to
glitch arsonist/ its my kempf, my struggle, spitting storms make your
earth puddle/ when I bubble niggaz mumble when i fumble i double the bundle/ can't
be over thrown/ chop ur arms duck tape em 2 ur waist nigga can hold ur
own/ everybody wanna do this and do that cause I been done this and I
done that/ 4 play with the aks all day/ u leave ur rhyme book outside
so it could get air play/ its all over thug doger I'm a thug soldier/ I
eat with utensils roaches done crawled over/ I'm from the projects but
fuck it, niggaz wanna pull us down like we a bunch of crabs in a
bucket/

Hook

you cant cover the sun with one finger/ I worked to hard just to get smoked out by one trigger/
one nigga/ play thug shoot/ had a happy finger/ raised in the hood where respect is expendable/

(Repeat)