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Hieroglyphics y'all, what? |
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The mic's on you! After dark |
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Yeah |
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[Chorus: Pep Love] |
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After dark, is gripping season |
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After dark it might happen for the wrong reasons |
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After dark, and it don't cease |
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until the break of dawn, I shoot the breeze |
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[Pep Love] |
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In the heat of the night... what you gon' do? |
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After dark... yeah! |
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Why don't you come into, what I'm into |
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Slip into darkness, and listen, I rhyme monumental |
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Never I fault or halt or alt-er my ulterior |
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Assault to inferior thoughts are feeble! |
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In the process the party people wobble |
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but it don't fall down, and it won't stall now |
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Beware, the boy's bad after seven |
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When the lights go click my mic injects nitro |
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into my bloodstream, I get to gushing |
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Cold crushing lyrics so much reach out and touch things |
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unexplored, from hits to flops that plummet |
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The synopsis is we rock this shit |
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Day and night, but it gets intense |
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to extends a pleasure unmeasurable when I'm layin pipe |
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in domes, protected, by the microphone |
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When night fall I fall in my zone and it's on |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Pep Love] |
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I see the moon and get hectic like the ocean |
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Who that in the back causing commotion? |
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Draped in black, killer on the attack |
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Around the time the hoes hit their stroll and the pros mack |
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I don't know how to act, so give me a smack |
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on the blackhand side telling me that I'm intact |
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It is the, charisma, that gets ya paid |
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but flame me this is when I got ta vic ya |
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It never rains in the Northwest |
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We profess to be the best the rest can Rest In Peace |
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Cause night time is the right time |
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for the Hieroglyphic icons to drop bombs |
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[Chorus x2] |
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That's how we rock the mic |
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Hieroglyphics imperial! |
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Non-stop! |
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After Dark, the sun ain't shinin |
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Trail of blood |
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Mind power, the next level, night time |
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[Pep Love] |
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After dark, you see the joint sparkin |
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Dogs, barkin territory that I'm markin |
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cannot be, walked upon |
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or your worst fear will be embraked upon |
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I'm bringin armaggedeon to your chest, and you know the rest |
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is history, like Rapunzel's, golden tresses |
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I, couldn't care less about a nigga in a vest |
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I was shootin for the knees makin him dance and plead |
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for me to put em out they misery, my word wizardry |
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is a dream you had about, you was coming clean |
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When you woke up, your heart broke up, be dawn |
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Leaving you with the reality that the day goes on, until |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[various talk, fade] |
