Da Sequel

Lyrics

Nick Wiz ft. Shadowz In Da Dark - "Da Sequel" [Emcee(s): Black Sun and Monochrome] [Producer(s): Nick Wiz] [Co-Producer: Monochrome] [Hook 1: Monochrome and Black Sun] Type raw Type rare. Yeah, we're busting off in the air, so force The coffin close. The beef? It's dead, son. Me nah fi care Monochrome poem-spitting, bone-hitting, dome-splitting You know the order, son. Faking jacks forbidden For women in denim, hoodlums in black apparel late-night It's only right. Moving like a Shadow Forevermore living lavish like a pharaoh, building With my people. Follow for now, son, the sequel [Hook 2: Monochrome and Black Sun] The sequel, final show—close the curtains Time's wasting, son. Burn the herb and make your weigh-in The jam's playing, rock the nation. The sequel The sequel [Verse 1: Black Sun] I said Someting going on this Evening, sweet in dream (Yes!) No wan' hear about Babylon (Haha!) Don't wan' hear no revolution. The pressure's On. Drop these bombs upon the savage Battlefields of madness, I'm lounging in the barracks Solid eighteen karats product in the package—watch this Bastard fall from ammunition in the foxhole Bodies fell and got cold, lifeless Shots grazed but couldn't faze the righteous in the slightest Creep through Hills like Cypress, tightest of all game Don't make a move, run the chains, maintain to face Defeat plus the concrete. Ain't nothing sweet, son The god gotta eat. This be survival of the fittest By any means, it seems my team will blow like 'Fro sheen for green. Meanwhile, I walk the streets with vodka In the canteen, a Shadow unseen Living this, caught in between a rock and a hard Place, Mugsy Malone and Scarface Narcotics that my squad lace lethal Hold it down, letting off rounds for my people The sequel (The sequel) [Hook 2: Black Sun and Monochrome] The sequel, final show—close the curtains Time is wasting, son. Burn the herb, make your weigh-in Your jam's playing, rock the nation. The sequel The sequel [Verse 2: Monochrome and Black Sun] So it's On, huh? The pressure, we got TECs up in the dresser Mess around and get your ground round-chopped for ghetto pleasure Whoever type raw clown, we're kicking doors down, illegal Entry. I'm ready to give a good beat-down, so limping off only Tempt me. Watch the tone of your voice—here's your lyrical L To get moist. Deliver damage like broken packages. Choice Run scams sure as Dan Tan's a fan Of weed-sellers and Rockefeller grands and black hands That's why I plan to only deal with fam—where my peoples? Holding fort like court judges sentencing felons their sequel This time, you gon' know my name when I shine, nine- -inning bases loaded, rhymes cracked across your mind, refined If you're swine, Coke bottle glasses for blind Intertwine with divine lines, APX rewind four times Yap and we could get to scrapping on some clapping. If you Want it, got it, get it on, son, and make it happen Try and test? Penetrate vest, bullets'll best. Look at you Ducking while I reach in my pocket and pull out cess They're paranoid. Nevertheless, they're trying to be my equal, high like Steeples, puffing two-hitter quitters, yo, the sequel [Hook 2: Monochrome and Black Sun] The sequel, final show—close the curtains Time is wasting, son. Burn the herb and make your weigh-in The jam's playing, rock the nation. The sequel The sequel [Hook 1: Monochrome and Black Sun] Type raw Type rare. Yeah, we're busting off in the air, so force The coffin close. The beef? It's dead, son. Me nah fi care Monochrome poem-spitting, bone-hitting, dome-splitting You know the order, son. Faking jacks forbidden For women in denim, hoodlums in black apparel late-night It's only right. Moving like a Shadow Forevermore living lavish just like a pharaoh Building with my people. Follow for now, son, the sequel [Hook 2: Black Sun and Monochrome] The sequel, final show—close the curtains Time's wasting, son. Burn the herb, make your weigh-in The jam's playing, rock the nation. The sequel The sequel