Rodney Butler - Curfew lyrics

[Verse 1: Rod Or Die] Who really wants the Drama C4 at your door without a trail Osama People grinding in my city change on the counter But change hasn't occurred in some years Obama We still living in the PJs no Pajamas I'm talking real life Street corners no Bahamas All I knew was Dock street Honestly that one block next to 2 allys A corner store, and a save A Lot Graffiti on the porch of aunt Nicki's The Jamaican spot They would sell Lucie's for the low I would've paid to watch I seen it at a hustle Something light not a danger spot Black Hood's up Blue chucks An I spitting to my peers Poetic flows like I new stuff Auto tune, Doomed to be zombies like the Ku Klux uh That rude boy something slick you gotta groove huh I can do stuff to make your mind frame loose up look I got the urge to splurge before and after The nukes drop the earth and survivors can feel the magma Spitting out fire Sweating lava it's a disaster "You scared for your life - you can't breath" That's my Asama I'm going ghost Not talking Casper I'm trynna turn the East Coast into Lyrical master's And cure the minds of ba*tards That's what I'm supposed to do 7:30 Street lights on its past my curfew Night times the fright time Fears watching over you Dope heads be high all the time but they'll be sober soon Fed's watching over you You need a escort So you better call your momma she'll be pissed your not on that porch Talking reckless Got me breathless I'm not gon make it I'm constant stressing No confessing we gotta face it Walking down the road on a night like this A young son, Easy target rubber bands on his wrist Empty mind, 9 on the dot But time still ticks the cypher starts in 20 minutes Can you spit with a lisp? I can do it homie book me I don't care what spot But just know HIIDEF's making MCs drop We drop bombs Yeah It's Rod... Lyrics Matter!