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Yo. The melon is the coldest, lo and behold it's The mind when dopeness is decoded. What they bought and sold yet failed to master The understanding that goes with. Even attempting to analyze the road less traveled, Cobblestone and gravel. I'm too agile, swift on my toes, Let 'em take on a similar pose, acting like Life's a cinnamon roll. Delusion, that's why I'm in the mood for movement. They wanna copy/paste the blueprint, let 'em try. I'm busy catching a red-eye. Old man still soaking up the game like a Young Jedi. You got one mouth and two ears. It's difficult to talk and hear, so shut up. Your trap is fucking your cut up, and your Yap starting to bug us. Big stacks in abundance is what I need, I provide, and do my thing on the side. Work and green coincide. Through my dream I show you why this hip Hop thing is bonafide. I'm a staple holding together my paper. Financial favor goes with the labor. It's only right, and you know it when I Hold the mic that I'm the one and we Own the night, right? Burn some sensi then chase it with a Guinness. The illest. Now hit me with the hook because I'm feeling it. the night. Rhyming from dark to light sky. I burn some sensi then chase it with a Guinness. We own night. The illest. Now hit me with the hook because I'm feeling It. Peace to the real ones. Wealth ain't always determined by millions. It's about the foundation, so even when I'm outside, I'm still in the building. You're deemed fortunate with resources. Make your team bosses, get your dream offers, But they gotta want it. Can't make a horse drink water, and of course I'm here to inform you we got it on Us. We bottle pouring after another high Performance. Don't ask me shit, We're not informants. Trying to get the knot Enormous. All that interest brings expenses. They watching for us. They getting more 'cause they swallowing swords. They got a foreign, I got me a Ford. I'm practical, but math'll do. I'd rather let it surprise you when I pull Up beside you on Avenue. Radical slang could've got me a chain. All the stages I rocked could've got me a Watch, but I think outside the box. Trying to floss that income and be in one. Instead I'm in Belgium and again son, Time to rock, scarred, no signs of shock. Detroit, we get it live a lot. Happily take that title shot. It's on for life. We own the night. I burn some sensi then Chase it with a Guinness. The illest. Now hit me with the hook because I'm feeling it. We own the Night. Rhyming from dark to light sky. I burn some sensi then chase it with a Guinness. We own the night. illest. Now hit me with the hook because I'm Feeling It.
Guilty Simpson, Kong The Artisan — We Own The Night
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