Night Owl - OPEN HOUSE
From Alpha to OmegaVHS to Beta
PlayStation to Sega
my skill is still greater.
The sickest thing since VD, wicked like Ouija,
live my life crooked like the left finger on ET,
please believe me this be the illest thing I ever wrote right after talking to Pac puffing on heavy smoke. Laugh now cry later,
my only dream in life was to rock a mic in front of a few spectators & rocks Shell Toes not Gators, show love not hate us
I'm switching over like crossfaders, to a better time & place where it's safe and they can't judge a N**** by the color of his face,
but by the content of the way that I spit these letters I'm kicking it with white boys in Old Navy sweaters. Ball cap low on my eye,
cuz sometimes I'm high listen to My Style so much I'm just trying to get by,
I'm just saying....
For real, I'm just saying....
I'm in the AC cooler than I ever was, I went from bubbling to a better buzz. Check this cuz, I did it with no air play, wild'out in the lot, we'll that's hearsay.
I'm just trying to do my thing shine like a star,
Skills in the place Banner you know who we are.
I'm Nite, that's Nate you know Knine, I already said my name I just say the rhyme. Take it to the next level beat'em with a shovel, dig his own grave for'em make'em meet the devil.
I'll play the nice guy you can play the goodfellow, nice guys finish last you ain't even pass the class, matter of fact, you ain't even study for it,
rapping just ya hobby man you trying to get some money for it. Man,
I'm just setting the standard, they can't do what I do man &
they can't stand it,
bring the high hat....
Written by:
LARMORE KENTON MACLIN
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