Late Night Action (feat. Boku, Rule & Cairo)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:43 duration
๐ ID: 29192114
๐ Lyrics
Phesto & Pharoahe Monch
No question we doin this shit once more
Once more
Chorus 2X: Pharoahe Monch
The mic strikes the main event, there's no dull moment
They frail cause they shell lack one component
That's the mode of the locs, big payback shit
Organizin, for your late night action
Phesto
I'm comin through to administer, sinister, effects
Funky ghetto intellects, infrareds in the TECs
Cause foes envy, before the Remy I had it in me
Buck loud with the force like them claws on Skinny Cindy
Pharoahe Monch
Gimme gimme, you sweet get licked like Yum Yum
Run up on your set with pump and dum dums
And let a nigga shine with his glasshouse image
Cause everything he own is us, represented
Pharoahe Monch
Aiyyo I never sold coke (what?) never cut class (uh-huh)
Never shot heroine but I smoke a little grass
Clever with the math, Queens remember Boom Baps
When it comes to rap, Pharoahe gets up in that ass with
Chorus 2X
Phesto & Pharoahe Monch
We on the creep, gotta eat, on this level or next
Hold it down, control the frequency and cash and sex
Another beat, hit the street, 'Niq deposit the checks
Baby girl freak to this up in them discotheques
When we get on, people say, "Aiyyo they ain't no joke"
Got these MC's steady schemin lookin all down our throat
Organizin ill dollars that'll bubble or float
Now think about it but overall nigga consider it go
Nas
Premeditated combustibles, skills variated
In the chamber of the cocked back, waitin to be frag-nated
Disengage the safety, now occupied skated
But faded into a state, that made them obligated to a
Phesto & Pharoahe Monch
Motherfuckin mic striker
I splash with the rubber grip, rapid fire Star Trek phaser
Ain't nuttin over here, Mickey Mouse fantasia
Get your mouth filled with blood tryin to fuckin front like Frasier
Phesto
Blaze ya, like the finest herbs imported from Asia
My laser, kinetic cuts ass like a razor
Prince the Major, an H-bomb, ready to burst
With ambidextrous d'sh-rippers for your auto-reverse
Chorus
Phesto
Main event, mic striker holdin down the shipment
I'm hip, caught the wire they was bringin in equipment
Bring it on, move your mojo, launch from a distance
Like Goody Brown Union infiltrate with the missions
Phesto & Pharoahe Monch
Now you could you could get your ass slammed, get your ass slammed
Niggas lyrics is funny like Funko Land
But not my mens, we Organized Legendary
Splashin devils on Russia pushin bitches off the ferry
Pharoahe Monch
Very spectacular rap vocabulary vernacular
Shit I'mma give 'em rhythm precise, that of an Acura
Splice the tape, recalibrate it like a mechanic
Slayin son, the Pharoahe nigga my aerodynamics is front
Chorus 2X
No question we doin this shit once more
Once more
Chorus 2X: Pharoahe Monch
The mic strikes the main event, there's no dull moment
They frail cause they shell lack one component
That's the mode of the locs, big payback shit
Organizin, for your late night action
Phesto
I'm comin through to administer, sinister, effects
Funky ghetto intellects, infrareds in the TECs
Cause foes envy, before the Remy I had it in me
Buck loud with the force like them claws on Skinny Cindy
Pharoahe Monch
Gimme gimme, you sweet get licked like Yum Yum
Run up on your set with pump and dum dums
And let a nigga shine with his glasshouse image
Cause everything he own is us, represented
Pharoahe Monch
Aiyyo I never sold coke (what?) never cut class (uh-huh)
Never shot heroine but I smoke a little grass
Clever with the math, Queens remember Boom Baps
When it comes to rap, Pharoahe gets up in that ass with
Chorus 2X
Phesto & Pharoahe Monch
We on the creep, gotta eat, on this level or next
Hold it down, control the frequency and cash and sex
Another beat, hit the street, 'Niq deposit the checks
Baby girl freak to this up in them discotheques
When we get on, people say, "Aiyyo they ain't no joke"
Got these MC's steady schemin lookin all down our throat
Organizin ill dollars that'll bubble or float
Now think about it but overall nigga consider it go
Nas
Premeditated combustibles, skills variated
In the chamber of the cocked back, waitin to be frag-nated
Disengage the safety, now occupied skated
But faded into a state, that made them obligated to a
Phesto & Pharoahe Monch
Motherfuckin mic striker
I splash with the rubber grip, rapid fire Star Trek phaser
Ain't nuttin over here, Mickey Mouse fantasia
Get your mouth filled with blood tryin to fuckin front like Frasier
Phesto
Blaze ya, like the finest herbs imported from Asia
My laser, kinetic cuts ass like a razor
Prince the Major, an H-bomb, ready to burst
With ambidextrous d'sh-rippers for your auto-reverse
Chorus
Phesto
Main event, mic striker holdin down the shipment
I'm hip, caught the wire they was bringin in equipment
Bring it on, move your mojo, launch from a distance
Like Goody Brown Union infiltrate with the missions
Phesto & Pharoahe Monch
Now you could you could get your ass slammed, get your ass slammed
Niggas lyrics is funny like Funko Land
But not my mens, we Organized Legendary
Splashin devils on Russia pushin bitches off the ferry
Pharoahe Monch
Very spectacular rap vocabulary vernacular
Shit I'mma give 'em rhythm precise, that of an Acura
Splice the tape, recalibrate it like a mechanic
Slayin son, the Pharoahe nigga my aerodynamics is front
Chorus 2X