Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Midnight, artist - A Tribe Called Quest.
Date of issue: 07.11.1993
Song language: English
Midnight |
Q-Tip: |
The night is my mind |
The sun’ll still shine |
But the night is on my mind |
So parlay while I drop this rhyme |
See, Jake be gettin illy when the sun get dark |
They be comin out the heads, but shit don’t let me start |
Their activities are plenty in nighttime (nighttime) |
For the ghetto child, it seems to be the right time |
See, kids be gettin stuck with jewels and fly gimmicks |
Shorty see the action and then start to mimic |
Runnin to the corner, the dice game is blazin |
Lookin at the loot, it seems so amazin |
Puts it short down, to be exact would bound |
He shakes the stones in his hand, then he lets it down (uh!) |
Scam money don’t make none |
He threw a trip on the ace, now he’s out son |
Hits the local bodega to woof down a hero |
Son is on a 'Midnight Run’like De Niro |
Spots the shorty rock standin on his block |
The thieves be handlin in the pumps, so he asked it it’s not |
Conversation that he kicked to the shorty was a sly one |
Increased intensity, his dance sure was a fly one |
Took her to the crib there she ran her gibs |
About mind upliftment and bein positive |
He yawned and he sighed til 1:05 |
Then he finally realized that hunny wasn’t live |
At least he didn’t plan on buildin for the evenin' |
Threw the Fila on the dome and said 'Come on yo, we leavin' |
Came out on the scene as he told her to beep him |
Saw his man Sam with the blunt in his hand |
(Aww Shhh!!!)You know the transaction |
Brothas gettin lost in the weed satisfaction |
Comin down the block man loud as (fuck) |
You would swear Redman was inside the trunk |
As the night seemed darker, cops is on a hunt |
They interrupt ya cipher, and crush ya blunt |
See you left your work at home, so they pat you down for nuthin |
Why in the hell does 10−4 keep frontin? |
You push to the park, even though it’s still dark |
The kid is nice on the hoop, he said 'I'll spot ya troop' |
The night is on my mind |
The sun’ll still shine |
But now the night is on my mind, the night is on the mind |
The night is on your mind |
A yo, the sun’ll still shine |
But now the night is on the mind |
As for me… |
I’m a nocturnal animal, God concentrates |
On a young black man, who makes the niggaz speak a shake |
The nighttime is busy, it’s word to Aunt Kizzy |
It’s the time we get down, yo son, you know the sound |
The flavas on the top with the rugged beat to back it The night makes the aura and the J can’t hack it The way the moon dangles in the midnight sky |
And the stars dance around, a yo, I think it’s fly |
Intensity, most rappers don’t see it Spirit wise, musically, you gotta be it Serenity and sirens of the sounds and emotions |
In the concrete jungle and the sun don’t bungle |
I think it’s hard to find the words on how I feel |
I paid about a deuce twenty for the Ampex steel |
But let me slow down, I think I ran my gibs enough |
Peace out to the Nation, stay rugged and rough |
The night is on my mind, the sun’ll still shine |
The night is on my mind, the night is on my mind |
The night is on my mind, yeah, the sun’ll still shine |
But now, uh huh, the night is on my mind |
The night is on your mind, you know the sun’ll still shine |
But now the night is on the mind, yeah, the night is on my mind |
The night is on the mind, a yo, the sun’ll still shine |
But now the night is on the mind, yeah, the night is on the mind |
The night is on the mind, a yo, the sun’ll still shine |