dark night, moonlight shine stage fright, take a bite doom bap rhyme, take my time catch my sight, all right its on it aint about the dog in the fight its all about the fight in the dog so catch me in my element fighting them off yea im feelin hella spent like it or not but all brawn is all wrong and im sly as a fox ive got your life tied up in knots and plans to fit you to a pine box once i drop my lyrical hydrogen bomb i shock and awe with a lightning response so what or so long, who's side are you on? cant meet my standard for heat now fan the coals yea im that son of a gun no one can control you can leave it all behind and pan for gold ill hang back wirh the dead and uncle ted put the rest of yall in a stranglehold hear us comin no pipes on the manifold been makin chalk angels call that calcicole listen hard dont miss this odes palinode yea in this rap game im somethin like Caravaggio takin my inspiration from a broke nation they play the same song on my station damn same dance puts me in a trance so im writing my own song with my unsaid dialogue now sing along most of my shots miss cause they blanks from the start but one of em hits cause i got tanks in my firing squad the iron's hot so will you strike bolt from the night high voltage hits the lightning rod it glows white and piping hot yea you can say thats quite a shock as it was when the rifle shot the blood boil over feel the recoil thru the rifle stock followed by rebels at war with a riot squad and as its foretold i bring the cold will you fold or can you survive the frost the last thing to do is get those wires crossed writing off my writer's block i would rather not tie the knot load and lock, fuck it lets rock i guess some like it hot so lets give em what we got beamin our jams from a satellite dish can you see the paradigm shift we climbing up out the Lazarus Pit passin out more than just a slap on the wrists yea i dont think any of us came from marital bliss probably came from gutta and struggle with a absolute pitch something to prove in a battle of wits stackin up my winnings in a casserole dish fortune and fame? im badly equipped but i may have a few things to add to the mix but you may just take it as jab in the ribs yea but i guess i got a bad habit of it but my own sins i usually dont let so casually slip with your neck in my grip snap you like a twig dirt nap the vanishing trick so now i must dig I don’t really care to put on a gig with glamour and glitz give a damn about a championship girl can you please define companionship with my hands up on your hips tonight at the annular eclipse my girl more than a casual fling were in sync like a satellite link and it aint over til the fat lady sings plan a pact then act on a whim im living to die with a dragonfly nymph so deliver the goods yea every trick in the book seems yall misunderstood got some quizzical looks