nighTime ep

by MC (mikal)

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released 24 November 2010
>Spits by MC (mikal)
>>Production by O-D
>>>Recorded and mixed by MC (mikal)
>>>>6pm & 6am produced by MC (mikal)
>>>>>nighTime co-produced by MC (mikal)
>>>>nighTime recorded by Dima the WhiteRussian
>>>nighTime photo by Jank One
>>Art by MC (mikal)
>yup!

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Track Name: 6pm
“…break it down, take it down, shake it around…”
Track Name: click clack
“…”

“Who's back?” MC. “Whose track?” O-D. Lacing it with the o k e. Growing like the o a k, ya’ll ain’t smoking trees, you fall like leaves when the AK spray. “You carry a gun?”, Well some say it seems that way, cuz everybody screams when I step in the place, cuz when I spit at teams they get wet in the face, cuz when I pull the chrome thing get blood red in the face. Embarrassment, I cherish it. Chalk it up to the heat I carried in. The heat I carried in got niggas chalked up with outlines, cuz they tried to out rhyme without lines worth comparison. Worst comparison would be me to you, knife to a gun fight is like you against my crew. Ahh haa, two lungs like a double barrel, shotgun I got ones that will crumble your marrow, hot rhymes like cocked nines watch you stumble in peril, boom box like two Glocks we’ll pummel your stereo. Ahh haa ahh haa, that’s another set of lungs, two rhymers with two lungs, that reminds me of a gun, the 22 got your hands up and waving, shout phrases like “Get down!”, demand bucks then we’re skating.

Click clack, you can rap? Prove it snap… aww snap, dude can rap. Click clack, take cover, mutha ugh! Move back, oke and MC bust like two gats
Click clack, you can rap? Prove it snap… aww snap, dude can rap. Click clack, take cover, mutha ugh! Move back, oke and MC bust like two gats

“…”

Click clack, you can rap? Prove it snap… aww snap, dude can rap. Click clack, take cover, mutha ugh! Move back, oke and MC bust like two gats
Click clack, you can rap? Prove it snap… aww snap, dude can rap. Click clack, take cover, mutha ugh! Move back, oke and MC bust like two gats

“…”
Track Name: pugilism
Do you see me on the corner selling crack, to people I claim to love? Drug game holding us back, “No!” Do you see me on the corner busting raps with better metaphors to hustling and busting gats? “Yeah!” Running strapped, pumping crack, brothers gotta eat, but I wish the government would take it back to the lab, “Oh!” War on drugs? Morons shrug. Black folks don’t import coke, whitehouse just ignoring the facts, “damn…” Can you catch me in an Infiniti, cruising along at seventy, switching lanes, system banging me, “What?” Can you catch me in a station wagon, Volvo, eighty-seven, tinted windows, tape deck playing me? “Ugh!” Summer time hits, I don’t give a fuck, hit play, windows down, system up, “up up!” I bend corners in both mentioned above, so come fill your order when I pop that trunk!

auuhhhm… It’s too easy, dog. We do this everyday, believe me, dog… rrRaaahh! But I still don’t play, move feet make hits, Cassius Clay! auuhhhm… But it’s still too easy. Still snakes wanna hate dog believe me… sssRaaah! So I show them how to do this, move feet, make hits, Joe Louis!

Immaculate, clap your click, spits hit like we’re blasting a clip, kicks hit right, we mastered the kit, block locked down we’re masters at this, crack shackles, master is pissed, Immaculate your average kids? “NO!” I got that question out the way now. Lesson of the day how to avoid getting sprayed down. If you see me coming start running and booking, look I’m not gunning, but rest assured I’ve got something cooking. You better have your chest insured, cuz if you test the boy, I infect then ingest the cure, then lock the door, swallow the key. Follow me? That’s a mistake, cuz I hate steak, I eat MC’s. And I must have ate greats. They say you are what you eat and only the weak are left around the great lakes. So I’m looking for a hot label to sign me, with ill label-mates, simply for the purposes of dining.

auuhhhm… It’s too easy, dog. We do this everyday, believe me, dog… rrRaaahh! But I still don’t play, move feet make hits, Cassius Clay! auuhhhm… But it’s still too easy. Still snakes wanna hate dog believe me… sssRaaah! So I show them how to do this, move feet, make hits, Joe Louis!
Track Name: we gets downnn ft. Sliggitay
Step up in the place and I don’t care. Rock the same jeans, knots in my hair. They don’t care, I’ve got the baddest phone numbers, I’m no player, I’m just not there. It’s not that I don’t care, I really don’t have time to cut my hair. I do care, you got the same phone number? I’m no player! I’ll be there. Prayer, lord help me I’m too hot. Church is the block. Law is the glock. I am pop, I get props for losing my mind, I’m off the mark, wired in the dark off the pills I popped. Smarts got nothing to do with grades and marks. Marks, punks, bitches, squabs, cops, fuck ya’ll

We gets down freak chick she hits the ground she hits the bed turn up the sound we gets we gets we gets down. Fuck you! Can’t touch me, no! Get back get burnt, uh, I’m too cold. What do you know, hunh, about the hoes and flows, nothing? Uh…ohhh. Oh yeah, okay. Me lose? No way. What? No way. Me loose, whole day. We gets down freak chick she hits the ground she hits the bed turn up the sound we gets we gets we gets down

When you hear that funky sound and you turn your head around and you see that I was lacing it you didn’t know how you said Sliggitay wow you really have style I would like to take you to my crib and take your pants down but hold up for a second cuz I really just met you l don’t mean to disrespect you but you look like a cow ow turned around had a few thoughts about burning it down take a couple shots and I’m burping, glugh! and hella hippied out like Birkenstocks

Freak chick she hits the ground she hits the bed turn up the sound we gets we gets we gets down. Fuck you! Can’t touch me, no! Get back get burnt, um, I’m too cold. What do you know, hunh, about the hoes and flows, nothing? Uh…ohhh. Oh yeah, okay. Me lose? No way. What? No way. Me loose, whole day.

Now everybody’s body get out of control out of control get out of control out of control get out of control out of control Now everybody’s body get out of control out of control get out of control out of control get out of control out of control

I’m too hot, watch me sweat, look at me I’m dripping, I’m all wet. Watch me I’m hot, look at the way I sweat, look at the way I’m dripping (unintelligible)

Now everybody with a body that’s hot get naughty everybody get out of control
Now everybody with a body that’s hot get naughty everybody get out of control
Track Name: dope icy
My momma said, “Don’t have sex until you get married.” It’s too late I fucked the game, I’m in deep it’s getting scary. I massacred the cherry, splashed all on the mic, it’s the like a horror movie I keep seeing it every night. I beat it every night, she wants to be my wife, cuz we procreated by the lighter light, “lighter light.” I was high when I was inside, shifting like homicide, lifting and picking parts apart like Dahmer science. I’m sorry, but we gotta part like barber linings cuz I cant afford them seeds of yours or your awful timing. I bust in it cuz she kept “Grindin’”, with new rhythms, I swear I wasn’t slipping, I was sliding. Her temperament is all the timey, give her cock, give her knots, she’ll shine your knob for rocks that are ultra shiny. I’m in the Marriot perfecting the stroke, with this pen(is) this bitch on my jock to the throat(?)

Dope, fresh, icy clean, Dope, fresh, icy clean, Dope, fresh, icy clean. MC, O-D. Dope, fresh, icy clean, Dope, fresh, icy clean, Dope, fresh, icy clean. MC, O-D.

Okie doke, I’m owning rap, stroking, poking, choking rap. Broken mics? We prone to that. Breaking beats to hold me back. Breaking trees we’re rolling fat. Naked freaks to stroke my shaft. I know why they hold crack, cuz they can’t rap like, yeeeaah. Holy smokes, the potent grass is passing. Pass it, don’t choke, no holding. Asshole, gasping. “Ash it!” So dope, hoping I don’t go out in a casket, ashes I’m dope. When they cremate me I make addicts, leave your favorite rapper with maggots. Rope-a-dope, MC is Mr. Cassius in glasses, and Trojan magnums. Told you folks! *Roman with a knack for the action, axe for the hacks, no Colosseum, Russian-Iraq him. (OR/AND *Roman with a knack for the action, axe for the hacks, no collar, see him, rush in, Iraq him.)

Dope, fresh, icy clean, Dope, fresh, icy clean, Dope, fresh, icy clean. MC, O-D. Dope, fresh, icy clean, Dope, fresh, icy clean, Dope, fresh, icy clean. MC, O-D.
Track Name: nighTime
Yah! I’m slipping back to nighttime, sipping on that homicide, nigga I gotta ride. Yah! Blowing ganja, getting high, marijuana cigarettes, spliffing until I die. And that could be tonight, the nighttime’s the right time. Some niggas play with nines, me I’m swaying side to side, if I scuff his Ones, he could take my life. Call a nigga gay you could get raped tonight. Mil-Town about as sweet as Tanqueray on ice. Right now I’m feeling like Wayne on ice… Gretzky, I’m the best so I’m skating by. Testing, but I’m the best so they’re checking mine. They harassed me for blessing tree, what if I let the lead fly? It’s all detestable so I concentrate on my sprite, mixed with vodka, any type is what I like. I’m trying to get throwed, fuck the taste or price. I hope I fuck a face tonight, night, night

Nighttime and I’m drunk and I’m high and I’m wired, but I’m fine, then I go to sleep, dream of the stars, wake to the sun, get on my job and I hope that my work is done, by
Night time and I’m drunk and I’m high and I’m wired, but I’m fine. Then I go to sleep, dream of the stars, wake to the sun, get on my job and I hope that my work is done.

Me and Checkmate outside of the show, “Manifest!” Throwed for no dough, I’m trying to get blowed. “Wdup tho?” He don’t got it but he hollers at his folks. I want it, I’ll give you twenty and you can give me four. “Four dimes for twenty dollars?” No, a five bag times four, “these are dimes”, oh fasho, give me two, here we go. Gotta get a blunt so we rolling to the corner store, seen a nigga get rolled, lost his dough, on the side walk out cold. 5-0 got the crack head in a choke hold. Holler at some chicks, thick, but they got kids, “no!” Here we go! Okay, I see pigs on horses. “Is this laced?” No those are pigs on horses with blue uniforms, depressed looks from divorces, the violence is excessive, and the court costs exorbitant, there’s no recourse for us, but playing John Wayne and laying low, until they come for us and make a corpse of us, fuck a horse, “fuck a pig”, I mix camels with my bud, and roll it up until I forget how they torture us with pork at corner stores. I got the munchies, flow is ice cream. I like these feisty bunnies. I chop it up and quickly find they’re dummies. Liquor says keep the game coming, I run it like a train until my frame is crumbling, I’m insane stumbling, more maryjane while the bass is rumbling, tumbling, my mind does back flips, kick flips, tre flips! Til I’m free from this fucking pavement…

Nighttime and I’m drunk and I’m high and I’m wired, but I’m fine, then I go to sleep, dream of the stars, wake to the sun, get on my job and I hope that my work is done, by
Night time and I’m drunk and I’m high and I’m wired, but I’m fine. Then I go to sleep, dream of the stars, wake to the sun, get on my job and I hope that my work is done.

2am I’m skating home, then I hear a tone, “ding!” No, I hear a tone ring… Wonder if his blood is spilling like a drink, on a bitch’s shirt. “Damn, she’s sloppy,” “Man, she’s picture perfect. Girl lets leave. No? Bartender two Jim Beams with coke. I hope you know those aren’t cheap like your clothes.” “Ho, ho!” Coke in my nose? “No.” Pills in my nose? “Oh, well it’s cool if I did it before.” Hoes on the floor, they like that I flow, they think I got dough, but I really don’t, “don’t.” But I don’t like dumb bitches no way, I don’t mean women, I mean bitches who are mean and won’t look a nigga in the eyes if he ain’t got no cake. How’s a hoe with no cake, trying to stunt in some pumps and a purse that’s so fake? “Jose,” “Jose Cuervo,” “Cuervo.” I pass the weed and pop them pills, lets take a shot, we can smoke a lot again, cuz I brought the kill. Speaking of death, my homie died, and then my nigga, his homie died. I can’t smoke with them, even if I bought a million pounds, burned it all in bricks, sitting in the middle of that bitch, praying to the mist, wondering does god exist. This is what happens when death happens and you’re sipping on a fifth. It’s time to get my life line on the right line. Where’s the whip, it’s dark as a bitch, I’m drunk as a bitch, my brother died at nighttime, night time, nighTime…
Track Name: vOmit
O-D, MC, go!

Uggghhh! They make me sick, every time they’re driving by. Knowing they might have bricks chilling on the driver’s side. Couple pumps in the back, blast you if you out of line. When they tell they’re lies in court, best believe you’re serving time. Serving weight, serving lines, serving lime, murder crimes, homicide, they do that, but grill me when I’m burning mine, had me stuck, we can see, hustlers, diesel fiends, murderers and people who need shit to eat. My homie rolled a spliff and this off duty officer asked him for a hit, then he introduced his bitch, and they had a bag of it, so they rolled some more shit, now they’re taking drags of it, the next day he has a gat and badge and you can’t ask him shit...
Track Name: 6am
…I wanna see you get low…