The Night

[Sample] Coming of the night, coming of the night Coming of the night, coming of the night Coming of the night- Makes me see the joy! [Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Just lamping, man, Meyhem Lauren Outdoorsmen, nahimsaying? Outshine a diamond when I'm rhyming Kid, there's no denying Niggas be sweating my techniques I call it flow perspiring Rappers stay rapping about the guns that they be always firing I'll wet your block like you was really beefing with Poseidon Heavy grinding, I was twenty when I bought my Breitling Built like a bison Bagging bitches like I'm Peabo Bryson Coincidental, I knock niggas out Resemble Tyson My life's enticing Flipping flows, you know my words enlighten Classic when I'm writing Smashing like a fucking titan Illuminate a walk into the dark and make it bright [Verse 2: Killa Sha] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon The nocturnal, lyrical, verbal competitor The predator, geared up and he raw Make one thing here for sure, it's all true Late night is when the God do what he do Ten PM get the checks cut Looking for the next cut Now, who's next up? Shoot a nigga vest up Midnight scenery at it's best Guaranteed to put a nigga to rest And held cess and maintain Too many thoughts in the brain Have a nigga damn near insane But this is real life A lot of niggas like to move in spite But the God ain't caught with the hype So get it right (yeah!) [Verse 3: J-Love] Coming of the night I transform into a vampire Have niggas under pressure like Chris from The Wire But I play the role of Marlo, call me Don Corleone Outdoorsmen on the way, I'm like the chaperone My squad's official, like a German luger pistol I accumulate stacks and waste hundreds by the fistful I'm putting New York in smash Call me Giuliani Let me blow your mind like Eve and Gwen Stefani The greatest man walking Son, a Nighthawk royalty Only give respect when cats give loyalty A rare commodity So I focus on the chief A lyrical genius and a beatmaking beast [Verse 4: Take-It] I'll come again, hold up pistols to the unofficial You pray for Jesus Christ, hoping that the Lord is with you I'll lay you in your coffin, cough cause when your mother kiss you And have your sister on the grind, selling dimes and nickels You full of issues like Sports Illustrated Never hated, when you made it Underestimated, Take-It, now He your favorite rapper, gotta adapt to this new chapter Make you see the joy and laughter off this lyrical disaster Some say "your majesty," some say "master" Sell smoke like cancer, more white than Casper Come here, ma, sit on my lap, just like Santa Ask you a question, "who that?" "Give me that", answer Take-It! [Verse 5: Action Bronson] Sunday brunch, lovely landscapes Eating pancakes, sunny sides and a ham steak Face full of beard, heart full of malice Light up the chalice My index trigger finger's calloused You make it rain, I keep the shotty in the trench While you're hugged up with your mommy Leave your body on the bench So oddly, when I carve the body Vomit from the stench The lemon essence muffins in the oven Covered up the scent (smells good!) Back alley Bronson, young Magic Johnson Sick nigga balling, pay for prosy's just for sporting I'm courting African Ray's Nigga, they're black and they're suede Cause when I spit this disease You catching African AIDS [Verse 6: AG Da Coroner] Night time, that's a nigga favorite part of the day Weed smoking on the bench Freestyling in hallways There's always a block party Popping in the summer, G The dope boys hustle and muscle to make another G Moonlight shining right down to my grill Transform into a wolf And the blood start to spill It's all real, the steel keep your cavities filled Everybody in the hood had dreams to make mills It's midnight, the two hands touching the one, two House party we come through Even the buds too Wait for the sun to come back up And when it go down, the whole Rosa fam ready to strap up Mob full of spics, they call us the Spic Mob Contracts on your head, we call it a stick job What! [Outro] Coming of the night Makes me see the joy!