After Dark Songtext
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After Dark Songtext
After dark hear us
After dark see us
After dark hear us
After dark see us rhyming
After dark hear us rhyming
After dark see us rhyming
After dark hear us rhyming
After dark
I don′t pack no gun like a Glock or smil
'Cause I have more fun with a glockenspiel
Clock a deal if you appeal to the spindle
Middle of the plastic so DJs can mingle
Then go deck to deck with effect like Wreckx
Respect who gets it on like the man T-Rex
Or Mr Marvin, brother and sister starving
For microphone don, the blacky who burns like Darwin
No friction, coming with the non-science fiction
Many rappers like you should be served an eviction
Notice, who the effing hell think who wrote this?
The goldy rapper with so many styles you wanna quote this
One, while I move on to the next
Not Gideon, not KRS but I got next
Flow for shows with my intricate D.O. thesis
′98, I'm shortening your bread like three pieces
I can say anything at all that I pleases
My words are quadraverbs 'cause they′re phat like alesis
After dark hear us
After dark see us
The D.O.A, they got nothing to say
If you′re gonna ask who, let me tell you no delay
Pay and display, that means get your ticket
If you invalid, you're getting catch out like cricket
Bow-foul you like wicket, I′m wicked like tremendous
You apprentice in this, now you blushing
Face like a beetroot, no rhyme and no troop
Yeah, that's a low level to stoop to, your group say
They ain′t your clique and that they just know of you
Yo, what the fuck is that you claim? Your shit's lame
I′d be ashamed to say I had your name
So the trophy remains number one in the game
What's your alibi? It wasn't you but another guy
Whenever you get heard tryna rap, shut your trap
Stick it up your jumper, go and hang where you fit in
You only do so much seen as the rest is rewritten
Hey you, I show you and Shoka Sugi
A technique more masterful than ninja ties two feet
Behind his back, tie them to him and
With microphone cable, trophy the wonderman
After dark hear us
After dark see us
After dark hear us
After dark see us rhyming
After dark hear us rhyming
After dark see us rhyming
After dark hear us rhyming
After dark
Yo, so you wanna try my man next? Not an issue
He knows you′re soft like Andrex toilet tissue
Yo, word to the bro, the dread better chill
Give him a reminder like red letter bills
And I will warm it up like Kane on valve mics
In a jiffy, with or without my pals with me
I do splendid ′til the rhythm track has ended
And do my best to be amongst the music stores recommended
I bring love like Henning for tennis
And like to wear red and black like Dennis the Menace
And folks watching, I see those eyes
When they open up and shut 'em like Venetian blinds
Meanwhile, MCs getting larger than life, braver than brave
Forgetting to be hitting you with Flavour like Flav
We all know poetry and drum sells
While real heads get lifted like dumbbells
If this sells, boy, we′re counting figures
Making everybody say that we're the stylish niggas
Yeah, The Fat Producer, I′m telling ya
We rock shows from London up to Edinburgh
Like Prince, yo, I won't decline
Gonna rock this party like 1999
Top dogs that are ready to hit
We got ′em all on the spot like penalty kicks
Yo, uh-huh
After dark hear us
After dark see us
After dark hear us
After dark see us rhyming
After dark hear us rhyming
After dark see us rhyming
After dark hear us rhyming
After dark
After dark hear us
After dark see us
After dark hear us
After dark see us
After dark hear us
After dark see us
After dark hear us
After dark
After dark see us
After dark hear us
After dark see us rhyming
After dark hear us rhyming
After dark see us rhyming
After dark hear us rhyming
After dark
I don′t pack no gun like a Glock or smil
'Cause I have more fun with a glockenspiel
Clock a deal if you appeal to the spindle
Middle of the plastic so DJs can mingle
Then go deck to deck with effect like Wreckx
Respect who gets it on like the man T-Rex
Or Mr Marvin, brother and sister starving
For microphone don, the blacky who burns like Darwin
No friction, coming with the non-science fiction
Many rappers like you should be served an eviction
Notice, who the effing hell think who wrote this?
The goldy rapper with so many styles you wanna quote this
One, while I move on to the next
Not Gideon, not KRS but I got next
Flow for shows with my intricate D.O. thesis
′98, I'm shortening your bread like three pieces
I can say anything at all that I pleases
My words are quadraverbs 'cause they′re phat like alesis
After dark hear us
After dark see us
The D.O.A, they got nothing to say
If you′re gonna ask who, let me tell you no delay
Pay and display, that means get your ticket
If you invalid, you're getting catch out like cricket
Bow-foul you like wicket, I′m wicked like tremendous
You apprentice in this, now you blushing
Face like a beetroot, no rhyme and no troop
Yeah, that's a low level to stoop to, your group say
They ain′t your clique and that they just know of you
Yo, what the fuck is that you claim? Your shit's lame
I′d be ashamed to say I had your name
So the trophy remains number one in the game
What's your alibi? It wasn't you but another guy
Whenever you get heard tryna rap, shut your trap
Stick it up your jumper, go and hang where you fit in
You only do so much seen as the rest is rewritten
Hey you, I show you and Shoka Sugi
A technique more masterful than ninja ties two feet
Behind his back, tie them to him and
With microphone cable, trophy the wonderman
After dark hear us
After dark see us
After dark hear us
After dark see us rhyming
After dark hear us rhyming
After dark see us rhyming
After dark hear us rhyming
After dark
Yo, so you wanna try my man next? Not an issue
He knows you′re soft like Andrex toilet tissue
Yo, word to the bro, the dread better chill
Give him a reminder like red letter bills
And I will warm it up like Kane on valve mics
In a jiffy, with or without my pals with me
I do splendid ′til the rhythm track has ended
And do my best to be amongst the music stores recommended
I bring love like Henning for tennis
And like to wear red and black like Dennis the Menace
And folks watching, I see those eyes
When they open up and shut 'em like Venetian blinds
Meanwhile, MCs getting larger than life, braver than brave
Forgetting to be hitting you with Flavour like Flav
We all know poetry and drum sells
While real heads get lifted like dumbbells
If this sells, boy, we′re counting figures
Making everybody say that we're the stylish niggas
Yeah, The Fat Producer, I′m telling ya
We rock shows from London up to Edinburgh
Like Prince, yo, I won't decline
Gonna rock this party like 1999
Top dogs that are ready to hit
We got ′em all on the spot like penalty kicks
Yo, uh-huh
After dark hear us
After dark see us
After dark hear us
After dark see us rhyming
After dark hear us rhyming
After dark see us rhyming
After dark hear us rhyming
After dark
After dark hear us
After dark see us
After dark hear us
After dark see us
After dark hear us
After dark see us
After dark hear us
After dark
Writer(s): Kevin Bard, Tomas Costanza, Fransisca Hall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

