like a thief in the night, i stay up late boogieman working hours, im beyond great neon shapes, my thoughts race the milky way's my work space
black ink on black skin, handwriting hang gliding on top of white sheets *light it calmly* disarm your worries sorry, thats a whole nother story
back to the drawing board, whats really going on? should i write about life? the shit that im on may sound trife, by the candle light i ignite my flame passion towards mics
no hype, only red record lights we come nice with dope verses, we dum tight son nice, done hung nikes on the power lines *summer time dimes* cross my mind, thats fine
im past bedtime, way past bedtime stories respect my, late night blazed up stories night shift, gotta write shit so inspiring, light up another one
*one* and another one *one* and another one night shift, gotta write shit so inspiring, light up another one *one* and another one *one* and another one
verse two, bless you you and your's and of course her's too no rehearsal, i still pursue the cool manu g's anti-commercial
all i see is purple, that'll do for the night, hand wright sun tzu confront you, in the dark night like what you gon do when you run into?
the rhyme kicking nigga, spitting vicious, never quitting every sentence written is a death sentence, dig it? i am the law in martial arts form, heart driven like pippen beside mike, lets get it
dont stray off god never let em catch you way off guard it'll pay up eventually, trust my word, it was all meant to be