Negativity At Its Finest - NIGHTWALKER

Basically the realest mothafucka that ever lived

I never did give a fuck about a dead cop

Fuck you, you chose that job, I hope you get shot

I’ll cross a bridge with my army, and then I’ll watch it burn

You can’t follow me, you can’t harm me, so I’m not concerned

You got a lot to learn, my pen parts pages

Your belief system is that of a serpent in dark ages

You work the gate, protect his castle, and that’s a joke

I’m in the trenches loading boulders into catapults

So play the cards you were dealt, I’ll pull those

And expose all you fuckin' sheep dressed in wolves clothes

Bulldoze whatever you thought you were constructing down

Behead the king and burn his castle to the fuckin' ground

I’ll build my own shit, with my bare hands

I’m not like you, I used to blow dust like air cans

And if you’re a man, then there’s a fair chance

That you’re gay if you spend more than fifty dollars on a pair of pants

Yeah I’m talkin' to you, so you can press eject

This ain’t for you, it’s for the dudes that aren’t offended yet

I get respect in the places that I want respect

You want respect but get the chain ripped off your neck

I’m often slept on, but I won’t wait for death to fall off

I’ll knock him off the spot so I can get on

Step back or get stepped on, let’s get it on

I’ll hit you with the impact of Mega-Trons metal arms

Set alarms, drink coffee, wake the fuck up or get woken

In the hospital with your head broken

Whatever you smokin' you overdosing on

'Cause I wasn’t even angry when I wrote this song

Holding on to the great edge of insanity

I’m only savage 'cause I have to be, and that’s my Shakespearian tragedy

Fuck your 16's, I’m nice with pens so

I’ll drop a fuckin' 64 like Nintendo

Bent like Henzo Gracie in a rubberguard

Talkin' to myself like I’ma drop this fuckin' card ←-(?)

And I don’t care if I’m the under card, or the main event

You promoters better hit me off, so I can pay the rent

Through me some change, and I ain’t talkin' about droppin' dimes

Or I’ll put a bandanna over your eyes, and fuckin' rob you blind

You’re not gonna find an emcee much better than this

The producer’s beats the sick, and swings two veteran fists

In bed with the chick that you wouldn’t have the balls to talk to

Rockin' shows ??

in a neighborhood you’d be afraid to walk thru

I hang with dicks, like balls do

And I ain’t tryin' to get low, get low 'cause I’m to fuckin' tall to

Plus my camp is iller than your crew, and that’s a fact

Whether it’s punchlines, deep songs, or battle raps

Basically this is how to rap, so take notes

I don’t quote cats, I make quotes and say dope shit

You can’t fix what ain’t broke

I’m broke, but work fine and girls wanna fuck me 'cause I make words rhyme

Snap a serpents spine

You better let all my competitors know my veteran flow gets better with every

show

So let everyone know that I’m the next one to blow

'Cause I’m one of the few rappers that can say check my record, it’s dope

I’m at the end of my rope, holding my last straw

Smash y’all with a fist full of hate to break your glass jaw

I’m past war, this is total annihilation now

I’m like the band that just finished their set, how I break it down

The definition of the basement sound is so real

That’s why I sell more records than you, and I have no deal

No promoter, no security, no manager

Nightwalker, the illest mothafucka on planet Earth

64 bars!