06. THE CLOTH (ACT I) FT. CIPH BARKER Produced by Lockheed

by T-N-T (THUN & TYRONE)

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Track 6 of the album, and this should be played loud with dim light and perhaps eyes closed. All kinds of characters going on for part 1 of this concept track. Explorers, People hiding in paintings and houses that come to life...Produced by Lockheed!!!

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THE CLOTH ACT I FT/ CIPH BARKER



CHORUS

It was the face in the painting
That was staring me on
I couldn’t help myself
I was being carried by song
It got me restless
Got me straight spitting these psalms
Your being watched by the skulls
Being covered by bones

THUN

VERSE 1

From the depths of the scariest house on the planet
The evil has surfaced
I couldn’t understand it
I saw cracks in the wood grain
Web dust in the attic
Faces smothered with scenes of old paint
As I stumbled across the canvas
Catching stains on my fabrics
Illustrious schemes drawn up with pencils of magic
Envisioned something so spectacular, that it could be disastrous
The average man scared half to death
Goosebumps from dead souls
It was the aftermath that paid its toll
Seeing the story unfold
I brushed off the dust from the scripture to be told
Eager like slaves from Sierra Leone, searching for stones
I felt a chill cover my bones
A slight hesitation before carrying on
It was the vibe in hindsight that was setting me off
Nodded my head down, revealing the cloth

CHORUS

It was the face in the painting
That was staring me on
I couldn’t help myself
I was being carried by song
It got me restless
Got me straight spitting these psalms
Your being watched by the drawings
That are hanging on walls

It was the face in the painting
That was staring me on
I couldn’t help myself
I was being carried by song
It got me restless
Got me straight spitting these psalms
Your being watched by the bodies
That are surfaced in ponds

TYRONE

VERSE 2

The pale moon rose over the courtyard flew the crows
Bodies hanging from gallows, I hear violins en Chellos
Moments ago shadows unravelled
The truth about my home, this house his foundations
Stand above hidden catacombs
Sometimes I’m wide awake and witness brutal executions
Footsteps pursue me, constantly things are moving
Like this one painting everyday I place it in the basement
And every single morning its there hanging on the same place again
I recognize the eyes of that old guy in the portrait
I took a closer look, and then his pupils dilated
I tripped fell backwards, my head hit the ground twice
Too my left side 3 pitch-black cats stared me dead in the eyes
I gotta get outta here, this crypt gives me the shivers
It feels like a few hundred years since I’ve been out of this prison
I got no reflection in mirrors, all these visions
Oh shit
Come to think about it, maybe I’m the one that’s dearly departed

CHORUS

It was the face in the painting
That was staring me on
I couldn’t help myself
I was being carried by song
It got me restless
Got me straight spitting these psalms
Your being watched by the skulls
Being covered by bones

It was the face in the painting
That was staring me on
I couldn’t help myself
I was being carried by song
It got me restless
Got me straight spitting these psalms
Your being watched by the drawings
That are hanging on walls

CIPH BARKER

VERSE 3

Ahhh!
Yo when I smile the doors fly open
Life dies slowly
I laugh a bullet seek clap and act like ya know me
I watch from behind clocks ticking
The wall switching to win
Same songs to blister ya spirit twitching
The same moves look different every time that you blink
A teardrop drizzle and pain and he knows you be staying
He knows you’ll be joining him hanging on the wall
Next to the rest of the collection in the lab when on canvas or cloth
Got one for every soul lies forget where his body was
Zombie dust holes in they skulls the size of hockey pucks
Still think they alive loop they mind like they samples
A super producer built out of black wool where hell starts
Yo this stash crack doors squint its me
Giggling under ya feet take a plunge in the deep
I’m right there upon a hill under a bloody moon dusty
Stop at the gates I paint with blood in my brushes (taking your souls)

credits

released May 6, 2017
06. THE CLOTH (ACT I) FT. CIPH BARKER
Produced by Lockheed

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