Midnite Run - Guesswhyld, Mike Zoot, Tek

We on the clock, should’ve start before it stops

Staying stuck to the basic, my tasteless plot

Begins when the drums drop

Tweezed and twats

X amount of whatnot, my tunes top notch

I’m gon' get there

See me here this year but next year I bubble and burst

Dues get paid first but then it’s off to the second

Armed with a record and majestic status

Mic checked it and molested

Feel me, wrestling

I was truly destined to be here

Expect it, next year

God spare my life and I can live right

Tickets on Knick night

Two and half kids and a wife

Might get my money right

Sit back and clean the heat up

Proceed to kick your feet up

Money on your mind all the time, burn the weed up

Cause I need that, being broke ain’t no fun

Gotta move on point to make a midnight runs

Fantastic weed wizard

Stretch cream like Lee Richards

The yang to the ying, invisible thing

On fire, cold lost it

Foster new intention and take time

My word comprehension and rhyme

Multi dimensional potential

Pages on the pencil

Everything was meant to do and nothing accidental

It’s mostly mental

My gutter philosophy

Sloppily and spit back and flat beer of fear

Acting properly is not me

till she mad want shot me

Screw face and watch me

Conceited and cocky

«Oh you just seem rotten»

Why you trying to act hardcore for?

40 nights and days, rudebwoy act no ways

Kickback in dance hall, beat juice and blaze

We all can have a good time, we all can get craze

But yo let’s not even go B, besides she chose me

I graze in the pasture of rapture

A lone black sheep on the creep from the chef’s land

A master of disaster, unreckoned with

Smoke tree spliffs consecutive

We all can live frivolous and festive

Thoughtfully expressive

These views expressed

Is more or less just weed talking on your Walkman

Another wing gets chalked in the chart

Tough talk, 'nuff heart

Hustle forward and flurish in bloody water with sharks

Sharply dressed in bubble vest and jeans by Guess

Low budget outfits at the outlet

You still not bout it

I’m far from friendly for you have made me cold

Now I uphold my mission on some man listen