Night Creatures

J57:

Call him Jimmy  

Son, his vinyl weighs a ton

Super soaker super nova ain’t no way a water gun

I’m a -I’m a-I’m a one of one

I’m Walking in the Sun 

Right alongside lions, 

I’ve been aligned with ancient mayans

Boom bye bye, I’ve been obliged and sainted by it   

I’m Rocky running up the stairs 

They give a startled glare

Ferocious as approachin’ bears

Creatures on a tear & no one cares

Boom bap meets Bon Iver, yeah

Homeboy Sandman:

Fuck a flatscreen Samsung

Just ask Pepper where anthems Uncle Sam sung

Cut it off, I can’t hear it, son

It cut like cuttin’ hair off Samson 

There is not comparison

Lеave the package with my parеnts, I’m in Paris, son

Where in Paris? 

Umm, dun-da-dun-dun dun-da-dun-dun-dun

Hook by Homeboy Sandman 8x:

Night creatures

Night creatures

Night creatures

Creatures of the night 

Homeboy Sandman:

Try to cramp my style 

I’ll crack a smile 

Wider than a crocodile 

I accidentally got it poppin’ off a pocket-dial

My mother told me I had better shop around

My President is Eric B

Not the one that saw the cherry tree and chopped it down

He said he couldn’t tell a lie

But he could tell ‘em loud

J57:

Of course the country’s fucked up 

It was started by fucked up people 

Can’t turn a blind eye 

In my mind the wool’s all see-through 

I transmit thought through the ether without even needing to speak

I’m 20 years deep as an emcee in the league

Read it and weep or take a seat in defeat

Already seven steps ahead before they’re leaving their feet

Seeing ‘em leave in retreat

Fuck ‘em now they got me ramblin’

First hit’s for free then they’re running back like Rodney Hampton

Hook by Homeboy Sandman 8x:

Night creatures

Night creatures

Night creatures

Creatures of the night 

Homeboy Sandman:

Creatures of the eve

Let the creatures free let them feed

Night is for the freaks

Cats that be drinkin’ Cobra dye

Cats just like the Cobra Kai; mercy’s for the weak

Mother Nature isn’t natural

She done got a weave 

What tangled webs we weave

Night creatures crawlin’ on the ceiling 

Creature tryin’ to sell CD’s

J57:

Driver go to 406 6th Ave, please

For anyone not savvy, well, this was Fat Beats

In many nights and ciphers where we caught a body on my accord   

Brown Bag & A-OK; we ran the scene, my Lord  

I’ve acquired the all knowing yet I’m one with the creatures 

The starting line-up, I’m the captain, no more benches or the bleachers 

Transcendental meditation with my mantra speaking sanskrit

Alone in the mountains, no one fuckin’ up my bandwith