Halfbreed
Othaside
Good morning ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the up all night late late late show we got a couple of
special guests with us this morning from Detroit, they go by the name Sol and Skrapz and there from a group
called HaLFBrEEd. How you guys doin this morning? (Sol: Mumbling...Skrapz: I got a bone at my house...Host:
You got a cup of coffee? Sol: More Mumbling...)
Glad to have you with us...
What do you guys represent, I mean what are you guys all about?
(Sol: More Mumbling...) (In the backround: This for the people on the other side of the sun)
Alright I'm starting to get the [b]jizt of this here, well uh I heard you guys are gonna be doin' a
performance for us?
Uh...yeah
Sure
Okay, great I'm gonna turn it over to HaLFBrEEd here and there gonna tell us why they're up all night and
why they're here on the show...
(Sol)
I grab your chest
And hold it close to my ear
Feel your heart pumpin' quiet fears
Are you scared?
Now that I brought you to the othaside of the sun where there's no light only we take flight
Demons of the night
Where you mortals simply dream to go when you let go I intercept your soul before it goes into the light
Tongues are spoken in code
Bodies froze putting worm holes in thought and drove
More than lifetimes
Ether net lines downloaded skidded through Microsoft exploded and I'm coded you prolly have no idea what I
speaks reach for the E and get cut by the LP
HaLF-B-R-E-E-D we still be's soakin up atmospheric dust every mic I Clutch bodies be fallin'
From the virus that's implanted smashin' up your thoughts like granite speakin Spanish
Uno dos quarto cinco and then seis
By the time I hit deiz
You're a bloody mess
Take the test
Goin rest and be cool and succumb
This is for the people on the othaside of the sun
(Chorus)
This is for the people on the othaside of the sun (x4)
(Skrapz)
Runnin down a dream through the ozone driftin' outta control my head swore the codeine's takin' over my
soul brewin' up a pot of my best friends, the Hills Brothers, try to fight the midnight curse but I still
suffers
Infomercials, the cause of the reversals
I'm maxin out my visas and I'm skippin my rehearsals
I'm livin' like a Zombie, Scared of ultra violet, Whut!
Weakness, I can't deny it eyes wide shut
I ain't the only motha fuck dropppin acid on my tongue
Cause wanna be a sprung nightmares that I'm hung
Othaside of the sun
Dark side of the earth
Pale white like a ghost awaitin' my own birth
It gets worse time keeps tickin and I notice
Dependin' on viseine to keep my fuckin focus
I'm hopeless, insomniatic a no doze addict
Phoneophobia's only erradict, the static
gets worse as I crawl under lawn I'm a spawn
On the nightly from dusk to dawn strong
But when the kids get to gather at the bus stop I turns into dust then my casket drops
(Chorus)
This is for the people on the othaside of the sun (x4)
Well I tell ya that sure was a god damn fine piece of entertainment
How do you guys… How do you deal Sol with havin a hard time sleepin?
(Sol: Mumbles...)
Okay, so you're pretty much asleep during the day
And uh Skrapz what about you? How do you deal with it?
Uh I gotta endless supply of perfect tan
Well I'm glad you 2 kids came down and did you're piece
And if you got anybody you wanna say "hi" to now's the time
(Sol: Hell's Yea Umm...More Mumbles)
Great, and we'll see ya tomorrow morning on the late late late up all night show
G-G-Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen