like a thief in the night, i stay up late
boogieman working hours, im beyond great
neon shapes, my thoughts race
the milky way's my work space

black ink on black skin, handwriting
hang gliding on top of white sheets
*light it calmly* disarm your worries
sorry, thats a whole nother story

back to the drawing board, whats really going on?
should i write about life? the [bad word] that im on
may sound trife, by the candle light
i ignite my flame passion towards mics

no hype, only red record lights [bad word] nice with dope verses, we dum tight
son nice, done hung nikes on the power lines
*summer time dimes* cross my mind, thats fine

im past bedtime, way past bedtime stories
respect my, late night blazed up stories
night shift, gotta write [bad word] so inspiring, light up another one

*one* and another one *one* and another one
night shift, gotta write [bad word] so inspiring, light up another one
*one* and another one *one* and another one

verse two, bless you
you and your's and of course her's too
no rehearsal, i still pursue the cool
manu g's [bad word] 
all i see is purple, that'll do
for the night, hand wright sun tzu
confront you, in the dark night like
what you gon do when [bad word] into?

the rhyme kicking [bad word]  spitting vicious, never quitting
every sentence written is a death sentence, dig it?
i am the law in martial arts form,
heart driven like pippen beside mike, lets get it

dont stray off god
never let em catch you way off guard
it'll pay up eventually, [bad word] my word, it was all meant to be

im past bedtime, way past...