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...
(Chorus)
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...
(Chorus: Two)
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...
compositores: Akil C. King, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Andre Patton, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Henry Agincourt Allen, Ilsey Anna Juber, Jaramye Jael Daniels, Patrick L. Brown, Theron Makiel Thomas, Thomas Wesley Pentz, Timothy Jamahli Thomas
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