Twilight (The Ellsworth Bumpy Johnson EP)

[Interlude]
Francine Hughes: You shot three people, don't you have any remorse?
Bumpy Johnson: Remorse comes when you feel you've done something wrong
Francine Hughes: You don't think killing is wrong?
Bumpy Johnson: Innocent people? Yes
There's been thirty five lynchings this year alone
Depression got people starvin' all over the country
Scottsboro Boys in the jail for a crime they didn't commit
All of that is wrong
Francine Hughes: Yeah, I understand all that
Bumpy Johnson: But?
Francine Hughes: But I don't understand you
You're a perfect gentleman, you're a poet
You're nice to people, you-you think about things
And then, within a blink of an eye, you can kill or be killed
Bumpy Johnson: Is there nothing in this world that you love enough, that you would kill for it or die for it?

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yeah
When darkness consumes the neighborhood streets
The neighborhood hoods and the neighborhood creeps
Come out to play with they hats pulled down
And their hoodies pulled low below they eyebrows
Take yo ass in the crib you not down for madness
'Bout to go down three at night
Night shift workers come home they walk fast
Scared to go through they own block, yeah, it's that bad
The villains making a killin' sellin' pieces of weight
E&J inside a hot chamomile tea
Keep em warm 'cause the cold air'll cut your skin
It's bleedin' outside but the block still clickin'
There's cameras in the hood but the fiends still smoke
The narcs makin' movies
They lookin' for the role of the worlds dumbest criminal caught on film while the real criminal minds continue to thrive in

[Chorus: Prodigy]
The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark
Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark
We post up in the blackness of the shadows
Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel
Where police enter at they own risk
If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks
Most bodies get caught at night
You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
It's 2012 and drugs still movin'
The balance don't stop and the prisons is full with scar-faced thugs
C's and B's, who do years and come back to the same routine
Some say the game over, they must be blind
Bet they don't come through the real hoods at night
With that theoretical shit, you shit your drawers
You'll get robbed for your outfit, yeah, take that off
Disparity rules the world, the rich is outnumbered
You can't straddle the fence, pick a side, fucker
You got 'til the sun go down 'cause when that full moon rise then the wolves come out
And the cocaine vampires slingin' hard white from dusk to dawn
It's nothin' like the movies
We drink holy water, rock crucifixes, and eat garlic and onion chips for dinner

[Chorus: Prodigy]
The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark
Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark
We post up in the blackness of the shadows
Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel
Where police enter at they own risk
If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks
Most bodies get caught at night
You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight

[Verse 3: Havoc]
Yeah and this is right up my alley, P
Likewise, won't let a nigga straddle me
Pull up the cavalry, the salary is runnin' low
[?] at his throat, now tell me what I wanna know
I need addresses, how to access it
You know it's somethin' if you got that nigga Hav stressin'
Your mans know I got him stockin' up on mad vestes
I been down this road so this my last ditch effort
No homo, everybody get naked
Play hero, I spin you like a hit record
My goons bipolar, eyes over shoulder, and, how ironic, more gruesome when I'm sober
Nocturnal, won't rest 'til I learn you
Taste pussy, got a bitch in your guy circle
I send shots at your cop Colonel
Talkin' all that fly shit that's what it'll earn you

[Chorus: Prodigy]
The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark
Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark
We post up in the blackness of the shadows
Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel
Where police enter at they own risk
If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks
Most bodies get caught at night
You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight