Eddie Ill & D.L. - Midnite Run lyrics

[Verse One: Mike Zoot] 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 [Hook: Tek] {X2} 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 [Verse Two: Mike Zoot] 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 co*ky "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 [Hook] [Verse Three: Mike Zoot] 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 out [?] 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 [Hook]