11: 45 - Nick Wiz

Black Sun: Yes, it’s going down.

Like this and like that

Monochrome: Like this, like that

Black Sun: The Sun’ll still shine on the moon regardless

Monochrome: It’s a quarter to midnight

Black Sun: Regardless, it’s like this

If you see what I see, then, possibly

You will see reality

If not, son, then save the bull and light it up

So all my heads can take a pull

A quarter to midnight

Clear the center when I enter here

Style strictly roots like ginger beer.

Smoke an ounce

Of shrub straight to the mug while thugs catch slugs

On the block, scrambling drugs under th moonlit

Sky, chromed-out, 7:25, fire

Floating by, it’s do-or-die for I and I, son

I got no rgrets, clear the fear from your headset

The last to learn?

They crash and burn like Aaliyah jet

And we can’t fall victim to

The struggle and strife.

Bored and trife is the street life

I’m down for the jewel heist or whatever, make

My living standard better, (me and my peeps) bring it together

Stay calm, we light it up like napalm then step

Come face this wreck ((What?)), come taste this wreck.

I’ll leave you wet

I hold an ace, so you could bet that I’ma either

Damage your neck or your headset, and that’s how it be

So if you see what I see

Then, possibly, you will see the reality

If not, son, then save the bull ((Save it)) and light it up

So all my heads can take a pull.

What?!?

If you see what I see, then, possibly

You will see the reality

If not, son, then save the bull and light it up

So all my heads can take a pull

Now it’s a quarter to midnight

Hood knights in ghetto armor, eye trauma

Hits the asphalt like bombs in ‘Nam for pressuring troops

Live by the green, love the weed plus the loot, run your team

Like we was balling, your whole squad to my two assassins

Verbally slashing to feed your army rations

Running that dash for cash stash, seldom flashing

Pisces, so twice the passion for smashing

Imagine me moving in the Shadow like fashion (and bashing)

Surprise!

Here come my other guys

It’s on, son.

Don’t let me have to go to the guns.

For one:

We’re blazing like Cajun taste buds be numbed

And meditate and burn the tree the day of your wake, so watch

Your gate and watch them fakes and peep them jakes while Chrome

Connect the gods from Silver Lake to steeplechase

The neck breaks of shitty niggas you don’t wanna face

New York, New Jerz, bond is my word, I’ll make it shake

So if you see what I see, then, possibly

You will see reality

If not, son, then save the bull and light it up

So all my heads can take a pull

If you see what I see, then, possibly

You will see the reality

If not, son, then save the bull and light it up

So all my heads can take a pull

At night, take flight for a glance for sight.

Curb

Height, kid.

Corrupt to the core, a rugged life for

My team and my platinum dream, my eyes gleam gamma-

-green out this piece and keep it dope for the fiends

(We intoxicate the room with fumes from the boom)

(In darkness, the Sun’ll still shine on the moon)

(Regardless. ‘Nough things we have fi do, ‘nough things I done)

(Soldier bwoy no run. It’s real, son)

If you see what I see, then, possibly

You will see reality

If not, son, then save the bull and light it up

So all my heads can take a pull

Monochrome: Light it up, light it up, light it up

Black Sun: Light it up, light it up.

Yeah, light it

Monochrome: What?

Black Sun: Uh, like it up like that

Shadowz In Da Dark: It’s a quarter to midnight

Black Sun: Ha!

Monochrome: 11:45

Black Sun: On the clock

Monochrome: Quarter to midnight.

We keep it live, know’m saying?

Black Sun: No doubt

Monochrome: Straight up in the nicks for the ‘96

Black Sun: The Sun’ll shine on the moon regardless.

Yes, yes

Monochrome: Uh!

A quarter to midnight