[Intro - Tommy T]
Find Us Midnight we rhyme cuz
Late Night The bus won't show up
Fund us midnight we rhyme cuz
Late Night The bus won't show up
[Verse 1 - Tommy T]
Late 28's mean great displacement
Wrote dope rhymes when sick of waiting
No predictions, J said “awful”
My fossils will house chicken and waffles
Girl with an accent lavish damsel
Bad convo she dropped the anvil
“So yeah I live in the Marina”
It takes three transfers just to see her
Sheltered kids end up helpless and selfish
Wealth is in the eyes of the sales pitch
b**h I'm lifted and gifted like Christmas
Spit wisdom but sh** no one's listening
I thought about this on the bus to civic
A fine young honey gotta cop them digits
It's simple sugar lick monosaccharides
Sick acronyms are just the half of him
My power lines keep cribs connected
Rig elections to keep kids infected
Whoah, how am I the a**hole?
When I watch Mad Men I miss black folks
My rap used to be a bad joke
This is dead weather damn right I'm that cold
As far as I know, the bus driver's at home
We're out here in the cold
Headed home to a hot box sun
Dude, I think the bus just co*k blocked us
[Verse 2 - MC Dask]
Yo it's that cat Dask
He's sicker than Hazmats, lacking a gas mask
Cracking a lab flask of Anthrax
So if you try to egg me on like Ovaries
I'm gonna let this battle be over easy
So cheesy, you scramble to find the sunny side
Like an Optimist or an autobot
'cause I got a lot of what you ought to plot to stop
HA,'cause I drop heavy bars like weight lifters
Who's spotter is not a great listener
Yea, I'm the new dude
Who comes equipped with a handy dandy note book, Blue Clues
You'd need a master to capture this ba*tard
Like a mewtwo who could bruise you
So I wouldn't try him
The man rhymin with a sly grin on his face while rhymin
Ya this man'll dismantle cheats like a scandal
And handle a hand full of ample samples to trample
Or straight up burn like a candle
[Verse 3 - Sammy J]
Awwww Homie I got cha songs are fat like opera
Smoked out I pop off like cheap vodka
I strike out like bowling you strike out like baseball
When the mics out I bite down and erase ya'll
On point like a pencil I'll erase what you say
If you speaking guns and skrill then you'll pay for what you spray
b**h you don't even have the will or grace to be gay
Just embrace that your lame, I speak at a paces that's insane
Ain't no place in the game for fools that grip the mic when they hand hurts
Chillin wit k**ers talking bout spacemen and cures to cancer
Damn you STILL asking are we human or are we dancer?
Your bugging me wit your questions now you look like an answer
Yo, pimp, pimpin, homie, dog, man, sir
Your daughters looking fly and I'm trying to land her
So let us know if you want your beats dismantled
My crew taunts shinning like thunder in the sky kid
Now the way I'm dressing got em wondering if I live
On a ranch in a hidden valley on a thousand islands
So even at my vigil when your man is deceased
Mother f**er, you still don't hold a candle to me