More songs by C.Y.M.
Description
It's like a chronicle from a parallel universe, where the streets breathe to the rhythm of drums, and every breath smells of iron and smoke. Here, the hero does not live - he marches through chaos, with the brilliance of a messiah and the nerve of a fighter who is his own religion. His world is a battlefield between anger and blessing, between lightning in his fist and whispers in his head, where God apparently has not yet decided whether to forgive him.
It sounds as if the concrete beneath his feet is shaking from the bass, and the words cut through the air like sparks from a sharpened blade. Everything is under control, but on the verge of breaking down; everything shines, but beneath this glossy crust lies heat and fatigue. And somewhere between the lines is a question that no one asks aloud: can you remain human when the whole world is used to seeing you as a legend?
Producers: Chris Bayo and Michael Green
Authors: Nana Opong, Chris Bayo, and Michael Green
Mixing: David Runc
Mastering: Matt Colton at Metropolis
Vocals: Nana
Drums: Robbie Sinclair
Sound: Chris Bayo, Michael Green, David Rench, and Antoine Poiton, with contributions from Louise Bouge and Nana Opong
Additional Programming: David Runc
Director, Cinematographer, and Editor: Tom Mall
Keyboard Neck and Second Camera: Eddie Saucedo
Drums: Garrett Ray
Lyrics and translation
Original
An angel on earth, I came down miraculously.
I hit 'em from afar, long range accuracy. Tear 'em to pieces, then I leave 'em with half of a sleeve.
Women love me, make 'em weak at the back of the knees.
The illest nigga from my neighborhood. Rapping, I just happen to be commander and king, the captain in chief.
They bite my shit with Dracula fangs. I'm dragging 'em all, they drag us along.
False flagging, they rapping the song.
Send a shot while I'm strapped to a throne. Another rapper down, slip through the crack and I'm gone.
They lack my heart, they don't possess half my soul.
Got the game at my fingertips, under control. Burn everything you ever wrote, throw you back on the stove.
See the line around the blocks, us packing the shows.
Bring your time to an end, then I'm back on the road. Got the city on my shoulder, it's back to the globe.
Catch me if you can.
Catch me if you can.
Catch me if you can.
Catch me if you can.
I shine and glisten, make blind decisions. May God forgive 'em.
My mind is glitching, the time is ticking, my palm is itching.
Feet planted, dancing with the devil, trying to pivot.
Crooked dealings, the eye on the slip, and I rule with an iron fist. All gold, half pipe.
Killed the whole pit with my bare hands in my last fight. All electric, been years since I seen a gas light.
Can't stay, I gotta escape, so I gave a half pipe. Mind flashes replay the dream I had last night.
Jump from a plane, turn a game to a crash site.
Click, boom, spark in the dark, I'm a flashlight. Hear you lie, best, last laugh, yeah, I'm that type.
Throwing threes like Mike Jeffrey on draft night.
Miscalculated my projection, do the math right. A true warrior in the present and past life.
Catch me in traffic, I'm out -catching a last flight. -Catch me if you can.
Catch me if you can.
Catch me if you can.
Catch me if you can.
Sunrise and sun fall. Some rise, some fall. From near and far.
Come one, come all. In the land of the free, only obstacle is law.
Two hands together, are you there when your son calls?
-Are you there when your son calls?
-Catch me if -you can. -Sunrise and sun fall.
Some rise, some fall.
From near and far. Come one, come all.
In the land of the free, only obstacle is law. Two hands together, are you there when your son calls?
Are you there when -your son calls? -Catch me.
Catch me.
Catch me if you can.
Catch me.
Sunrise and sun fall. Some rise, some fall.
From near and far. Come one, come all. In the land of the free, only obstacle is law.