Dead of Night

Intro:

This is the Dead of Night, it has nothin' to do with time, it can happen in sunshine, or in moonlight, in the best of weather or the worst, for the Dead of Night is a state of mind, that dark unfathomable region of the human consciousness, from which all the unknown terrors for our lives emerge. The Dead of Night exists in all of us, and no one knows at what strange, unexpected moment it will make itself known, and so tonight we're already doomed

Verse 1:

Yo, come to my album release party favors and no-names (Yeah)
But watch how fast the dead body become a coke plate
Eyes on my palms dappin' fans
Bummy dapper tapper dab
Set up bugs, zappers in trapper camps
If I spit watch 'em go from gathered to scattered ants
Try a bong attachment on a biohazard mask
Quit yip stick by bud, cannabinol in my blood
Half-eaten Sand bar, stamp spoons in my mug
Eyes hammer, pickin' your teeth like Razor Ramon
I'm from the Ice Age of the old, skypages in gold
My fans gettin' more hyped than pissed, than I am
About me not being mentioned on buyers lists
I train the beat then the fire lit (Oh shit)
Colder than a cryogenically froze nihilist (What?)
More fire than a thousand Hells
When I spit it sound like trapped souls, yellin' out for help
I'll out myself, I'll take a shit on some heads
So they don't go around and crown themselves

Interlude:

- The inconsistency it seems it was a men in black, very tall and well built
- These are the same men who tried to attack me!

Verse 2:

Pyrotech, hypoeclectic, deflect from your gear
Give the energy it's, hydroelectric
Special spittin' petro
Never rock a backpack, had folded raps in the parkings of the Gym coast
In the Bronx, mom was a teacher, pops in suits
First fight in Mount Vernon (yo, yo, yo) rendezvous two blocks from Sue's
No longer scribblin' (nah), rap's like my weak-hearted twin
Kept alive at the expense of the strong dissemblin'
Save yourself, are you here to play or put in pain in Hell
Tracks, built the chainpunch like conveyor belts
Payers dealt, pain in layer chells?, skaters yell
I black out snapped in glow like sticks waivers held