Night Night

The rhymes I designed are truly unrefined

Like diamonds with a spec of blood dug up out a mine

Flows flood between the ears right behind my eyes

Giving birth to lines, soul searching for the prize

I take my time when deciding what to write

Like the SAT while these other niggaz bite

Underated and mostly hated but got a lot of fight

Like a player, play the background, fuck the spotlight

Night night, I recite when I step up to this mic

Reputation trump tight like the husband want a wife

Stay sharp as broken glass, get busted on or smashed

When your ass cross paths with this half of the Kast

It's bed time, bed time

Tuck yourself I can tell that you're terrified

Check my record you'll see that I'm verified

(Nobody want none) I terrorize

(Don't nobody want none) Now you're terrified

(Nobody want none of this here) It's bed time

Yeah this where second vers supposed to go

I don't think I need to hit ya'll with another verse

But, I think I might, because I like to destroy shit

There's no time to retreat and no surrender

Been ready for battle General Patton's no beginner

I keep it all Madden, I call the play then execute for the W

Leave the rest of you destitute, now put that money up

Oh and your content is nonsense; How you expect to

get it a little resitution with all this ghetto flaugin

Snow, that's for tobaggans, no won't be no pardons

Or bargains, three striked then you +Yank+ed up like +A. Rod+

and, uh, with no apartments, you got no home to run to

You snitching on yourself and no its your front they come through

Without a tap on your phone

The only thing they had to do is listen to raps on your songs...

Lights out, the time for the nighty night's overude

This is the final countdown to your swan song, you are through

All wack emcees and posers this is going out to you

Fuck boys will drop their jaws and all because here something new

(Something new, something new) ooooh-ooooh-oh-ooooh

(Something new, something new)

Straight out the plastic, like a pair of footies, no show

My nigga you can't no see me and thats for sho, four door

Any kind of Cadillac I go slow, what I'm smoking on

Some of that chokehold, no low, no mid

Top of the line pine, because I blow big, been here for a while

Your momma likes my style, and so do your kids

I know you love it, cuz a hater loves to hate

You need me like a junkie needs a razor blade and plate

I'm dope nigga

[Chorus Two]