Night Creatures

J57:
Call him Jimmy
Son, his vinyl weighs a ton
Super soaker super nova ain’t no way a water gun
I’m a -I’m a-I’m a one of one
I’m Walking in the Sun
Right alongside lions,
I’ve been aligned with ancient mayans
Boom bye bye, I’ve been obliged and sainted by it
I’m Rocky running up the stairs
They give a startled glare
Ferocious as approachin’ bears
Creatures on a tear & no one cares
Boom bap meets Bon Iver, yeah

Homeboy Sandman:
Fuck a flatscreen Samsung
Just ask Pepper where anthems Uncle Sam sung
Cut it off, I can’t hear it, son
It cut like cuttin’ hair off Samson
There is not comparison
Lеave the package with my parеnts, I’m in Paris, son
Where in Paris?
Umm, dun-da-dun-dun dun-da-dun-dun-dun

Hook by Homeboy Sandman 8x:
Night creatures
Night creatures
Night creatures
Creatures of the night

Homeboy Sandman:
Try to cramp my style
I’ll crack a smile
Wider than a crocodile
I accidentally got it poppin’ off a pocket-dial
My mother told me I had better shop around
My President is Eric B
Not the one that saw the cherry tree and chopped it down
He said he couldn’t tell a lie
But he could tell ‘em loud

J57:
Of course the country’s fucked up
It was started by fucked up people
Can’t turn a blind eye
In my mind the wool’s all see-through
I transmit thought through the ether without even needing to speak
I’m 20 years deep as an emcee in the league
Read it and weep or take a seat in defeat
Already seven steps ahead before they’re leaving their feet
Seeing ‘em leave in retreat
Fuck ‘em now they got me ramblin’
First hit’s for free then they’re running back like Rodney Hampton

Hook by Homeboy Sandman 8x:
Night creatures
Night creatures
Night creatures
Creatures of the night

Homeboy Sandman:
Creatures of the eve
Let the creatures free let them feed
Night is for the freaks
Cats that be drinkin’ Cobra dye
Cats just like the Cobra Kai; mercy’s for the weak
Mother Nature isn’t natural
She done got a weave
What tangled webs we weave
Night creatures crawlin’ on the ceiling
Creature tryin’ to sell CD’s

J57:
Driver go to 406 6th Ave, please
For anyone not savvy, well, this was Fat Beats
In many nights and ciphers where we caught a body on my accord
Brown Bag & A-OK; we ran the scene, my Lord
I’ve acquired the all knowing yet I’m one with the creatures
The starting line-up, I’m the captain, no more benches or the bleachers
Transcendental meditation with my mantra speaking sanskrit
Alone in the mountains, no one fuckin’ up my bandwith