Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Summers Sons
Vocals
Turt
Vocals
Mr Slipz
Vocals
Slim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Summers
Composer
Mathew Davis
Composer
Christopher Summers
Songwriter
Lyrics
There are six cardinal colours
And colours have always come to
Signify more than simply that particular shade
That's why you apply colours to something else
You know, to come up with what it is you're trying to say
Yo, drop a passage to the beat in the dead of night
Keep shedding light
A lot of passion in my speech
Gotta get it right
Like dodging traffic in the street
On my pedal bike
Cotton classics on my feet
Not the leather type
I got a habit that I never fight
Got 'em droppin' off a
Package that I set alight
Forever high, I could never resist
Presently sit
With it lit
Got the pen in my grip
Never let it slip
Forever equipped
Got the semi clip
Ready to spit
Melody flip
Very quick
Kick the heavy
Get shit
When I die
Will my memory live?
Or will it steadily slip away?
There's nothing better than this
Heaven's a myth
Please don't sit and pray, yeah
Just plug this shit
And let the rythym play
Purple green, stubbin' it
Cold grey
Long black
Gold heart
Red blood
Skin colour of cocaine
But no, Summers ain't touching the snowflake
I get a buzz off the flow
Bussin' it slow
Straight somethin' to showcase
Blow flames
Stay crushin' my bro's breaks
Give you somethin' to rotate
We stay bumpin' to Thelonious and Coltrane
Yeah yeah
Purple green
Long's black
Gold heart
Red blood
The colour's bright
They come alive
We produce it
Violet maroon
Coming vibrant, elusive
It's summer time
The sun's shining
The music combined with the tribe
Makes strides with the movement
High when it's moonlit
Right in the blueprint
'Cause any time I all do spit's live in the booth
Slip's nice with the loop
Slim's tight as a shoestring
I touch the mic
Trust I find it consuming
Yeah
Highly elusive
Above the sky
Where the silence is muted
Up high, admiring the view
Above the sky where the silence is muted
Highly elusive
Up high, admiring the view
Above the sky
Yeah
We got the fam in the house
Yeah
Yeah
Purple green
Long's black
Slim
Summers Sons
Gold heart
It's the slip
T-U-R-T
Purple green, stubbin' it
Cold grey
Black longs
Gold heart
Red blood
Skin colour of cocaine
But fuck the colours 'cause it's nothing but opaque
I get a buzz off the flow
Bussin' it slow
Straight somethin' to showcase
We give you somethin' to rotate
Written by: Christopher Summers, James Summers, Mathew Davis
