In front of me, your sedated body,. . on your awakening you won't believe your eyes. . The trap is ready, the blood will be spread. You are chained to that machine, but is it the same for your life?.
It begins to tell. 'Round midnight, midnight. I do pretty well, till after sundown. Suppertime I'm feelin' sad. But it really gets bad. 'Round midnight.
Well it's rainin out on Rebecca Street. And I aint doin that well. I was gonna do a whole lot better this time. That's what I told myself. And I'm waiting for the lights to change.
It begins to tell. 'Round midnight, midnight. I do pretty well, till after sundown. Suppertime I'm feelin' sad. But it really gets bad. 'Round midnight.
There was a time. When the mountains kept their place. They stood in line. And they waited back the gaze. . No one could see. No terrain now is a rock.
I push my levels to zero with distortin. Boost two compression enhancers the message I'm recordin. Live from California, warnin night to mornin. The illest squad this side of Earth is now formin.
Back in the days, my pops said "right on". (Right on, right on). All the street poets in the house, write on. (Write on, write on). Black people, right on, right one.
[evidence]. Yo, accept defeat as I drop after the heat. Don't provoke, come fully equipped. Daggered and cloak. So what you wanna do?. I came in bumpin jack of spades.