Lyrics

v1 (M-flow)
Predict it, we stroke the hot at midnight
Rock it heavyweight bout to start the night right
Flow let it rip quick like a Tyson fight
Burrow in streets where the freaks wink all night


Sure shot ignite the flames to see bright
Breathe in this smoggy womb is to tight
Breathe out brain freeze quite universal
Bang beats created from my daily rehearsal


Circle the room hover above the fumes
Scope down on your crew while I gather a few
Two ladies gleam while I passëem bye
Scooped three in a dream...my camouflage scene


Tried and true, as I tantalize the room
Wordsmith worship, prey if it works for you
Electric blue, slide-smooth-dearly-departed
Twister buds huge, cause we just getting started.


chorus



v.2 (Plovo)
Stepped into the party at 4 a.m.
Crate full of records, entourage of some friends
Bass speakers bumping, pushed to full top end Stepped to the tables and I started to spin
Yea, the party's decadent, you'll want to be spun
These are hard working people that love to have fun
A late night location where the cops never come
Flip these rotations, keep the mix on the run
Pack it up at seven and we head to the spot
Pocket full of goodies and a bottle of scotch
People give me props for the way that I rocked
Give credit to the vinyl and all the crews that I jock
Lock and load as if dawn is my weapon
No place to go, dig into the sessions
No one believes in the madness and method
No one's relieved that it's almost eleven
Put it in motion, can't trust the potion
Pull the rip chord before piercing the ocean
Now it's nearing noon, I've got to get some sleep soon
I've got to keep these leaks glued.

Chorus

v.3 (M-flow)
POPPIN THE TOP AT SEVEN AM
SPARK THE NOTE-N-ROLL WITH THE FLOW AGAIN
HOLD THE DOOR POR FAVOR, AND LET ME IN
THIN SHEET COLD FLOOR CUZ I'M BROKE AGAIN


SUNRISE I ARISE AND TRY TO CLOSE THE BLINDS
LIKE A BRIGHT RED ROOM WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
BLOOD VESSEL NESSTLED NEXT TO EYELASH MUSCLE
NO WONDER I GET LOST IN THE DAILY HUSTLE.


A BUSTLE OR FUSS IT'S JUST A FAMILY FUED
MY RUDE BOY IMPRESSIONISTIC ATTITUDE
INHALE THE FUMES WEEPING WITH THE WILLOW TREES
INFUSE WITH THE SOULS THAT ARE BEATEN AND BRUISED


TWELVE TO TWO BLAST OFF LOCK AND LOAD
TWO TO FOURÖHIT THE BONG THEN THE ROAD
FROZEN EYELIDS DRIFT AWAY
SHUT DOWN THE TERMINAL TO COMPLETE PHASE