Goodnight (Remix)

[Intro: RO-B. Z.]
Bro, I understand life is hard and shit (Yeah)
But shit, my nigga, like (Uh, look)
You either gone sit there, and take them fucking punches (Heh, woo)
Or you gone get the fuck up, and fight the fuck back (RO-B. Z.!)

[Verse 1: RO-B. Z., Samad Savage]
Who's this nobody on a track with Samad Savage?
Last time I checked, everybody said I'd never get a chance at
Reaching the stars, but that's where you need to get your facts checked
'Cause RO-B. Z., Crypt, and Samad Savage are about to charm the masses!
I asked Samad to gimme the mic, and I'mma rip it
I promised to group the beat into divisions
Then kill each of 'em with the lyrical precision of a maniac
Who's ready to put the living bodies of MCs into bags, and grind 'em up like it's a Bunny Elder Bairn attack
Ain't no body bags, ain't no remnants that you could salvage, so that you could resurrect
Your career, man- just accept that it's at it's end, and stay down and learn your lesson
'Cause me and Samad are both savages, who'll throw any opp in the Crypt
And the fat man, I know, will eat the beat, then break your ribs until you scream that you can't breathe, oh
Look, don't take this the wrong way
The day that George Floyd died was a fucked day
A day when we all realized that we need change
From the people who are supposed to protect us from our enemies
Oh, but let me see
Let me check all the video feeds of police beating up P-O-C's on the street
And arresting the disabled 'cause they don't have the ability to raise their hands to plead for peace
I think it's about time we unite to demand change
But we can't unite when we attack those who don't believe in the same way
Chase 'em away with labels that say "bigoted" and "racist"
Horrid, yet amazing in the way that we can be so angry
At each other for not believing in the same things
This must be ended quickly- fuck all your political beliefs!
It's time for peace, why not appreciate those who helped you to where you'd be?
Shout out to my mom, shout out to my peers
Shoutout to my school, everybody who helped me there
And shoutout to Griffin Lewis or Fandroid, they're essentially the same person
But without his help, I would have never had the chance to get this door opened
And shoutout to Samad Savage for giving me a chance, despite our opposing viewpoints
And if there's anything that I want to say to them, and to those tryna come onto the surface
It's to never think about saying "Goodnight" to your dreams, even if you think it ain't worth it
And, Inshallah, no Asamalilakum to everybody who tryna be hating
You can't escape it (Skoodwidit)- we the underground rebels who move independent
And break into labels to tell them to run us our payments (Ishkood)
To excuse us for burning and breaking the offices of label heads (Ishkood, ishkood)
Who we made their white lights blacked out as we told them-

[Chorus: Samad Savage]
Whoa, goodnight (Sleep)
Is a nigga good, what it look like? (Sheesh)
Doing anything that I would like (Beast)
Grinding every night for the good life (Yee, yee)
Whoa, goodnight (Sleep)
Is a nigga good, what it look like? (Sheesh)
Doing anything that I would like (Beast)
Grinding every night for the good life (Yee, yee)
Woah

[Verse 2: Samad Savage]
Everybody thought I was deceased, but (Freeze up)
Now I’m coming back like عيسى (Jesus)
Like an immigrant, I keep a visa (Ease up), never that
Now bring on back the beat cause I’ma milk the game like some big ol' double Ds, yup
Feel it in my veins, like the blood I never bleed, what?
I could never be cut, only handle hot shit
What the fuck's a tea cup? (Speed up)
I handle bars, now I’m riding til the cycle break
I might go make an idol shake
My vital trait’s a tidal wave
I’m isolated by the way, I hide away
Til I create the final stage where I negate
The constant hate, I’m sorry wait
Get to a kind of pace the brain don’t know to take
I’m trynna slay illiterate pounds of waste
Non-creative haters cannot equate
It’s bombs away, the second they try to face
I won’t let them operate
They’ll find the fate is for me to dominate
I need you to concentrate (Woah)
Let me know when I’ma stop putting these beats in the burial
I was way too down bad, I was very broke
Nigga was bored, so he flipped like a varial
Can’t be a scary hoe, so much material
'Cause I heard from both sides like it's stereo
Tryna copy my vibe like it’s Karaoke
Man of the house, I can carry yo keys
Please, I don’t think you understand
I could never starve myself depending on another man
I could be broke one day, on the other hand
Disloyal rockstar, I’ma make another band (Big facts)
My appeal popping and I’m fresh, no Tic Tac
Bars hard, feel it in your stomach- that’s a six pack
All my niggas really made it happen, y’all just chit chat
Had to show my ass, and while it’s out, you can kiss that

[Pre-Chorus: Samad Savage]
(Woo, whoa)
Skoodwidit
(Whoa, whoa)
Ishkood, ishkood
(Whoa)
Ishkood, ishkood
(Woo, whoa, whoa)

[Chorus: Samad Savage]
Whoa, goodnight (Sleep)
Is a nigga good, what it look like? (Sheesh)
Doing anything that I would like (Beast)
Grinding every night for the good life (Yee, yee)
Whoa, goodnight (Sleep)
Is a nigga good, what it look like? (Sheesh)
Doing anything that I would like (Beast)
Grinding every night for the good life (Yee, yee)
Woah

[Outro: Samad Savage]
(Woo, whoa)
Skoodwidit
(Whoa, whoa)
Ishkood, ishkood
(Whoa)
Ishkood, ishkood
(Woo, whoa, whoa)