Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song After Dark, artist - Hieroglyphics. Album song 3rd Eye Vision, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
After Dark |
Pep Love |
Hieroglyphics y’all, what? |
The mic’s on you! |
After dark |
Yeah |
Chorus: Pep Love |
After dark, is gripping season |
After dark it might happen for the wrong reasons |
After dark, and it don’t cease |
Until the break of dawn, I shoot the breeze |
In the heat of the night… what you gon' do? |
After dark… yeah! |
Why don’t you come into, what I’m into |
Slip into darkness, and listen, I rhyme monumental |
Never I fault or halt or alt-er my ulterior |
Assault to inferior thoughts are feeble! |
In the process the party people wobble |
But it don’t fall down, and it won’t stall now |
Beware, the boy’s bad after seven |
When the lights go click my mic injects nitro |
Into my bloodstream, I get to gushing |
Cold crushing lyrics so much reach out and touch things |
Unexplored, from hits to flops that plummet |
The synopsis is we rock this shit |
Day and night, but it gets intense |
To extends a pleasure unmeasurable when I’m layin pipe |
In domes, protected, by the microphone |
When night fall I fall in my zone and it’s on |
I see the moon and get hectic like the ocean |
Who that in the back causing commotion? |
Draped in black, killer on the attack |
Around the time the hoes hit their stroll and the pros mack |
I don’t know how to act, so give me a smack |
On the blackhand side telling me that I’m intact |
It is the, charisma, that gets ya paid |
But flame me this is when I got ta vic ya |
It never rains in the Northwest |
We profess to be the best the rest can Rest In Peace |
Cause night time is the right time |
For the Hieroglyphic icons to drop bombs |
That’s how we rock the mic |
Hieroglyphics imperial! |
Non-stop! |
After Dark, the sun ain’t shinin |
Trail of blood |
Mind power, the next level, night time |
After dark, you see the joint sparkin |
Dogs, barkin territory that I’m markin |
Cannot be, walked upon |
Or your worst fear will be embraked upon |
I’m bringin armaggedeon to your chest, and you know the rest |
Is history, like Rapunzel’s, golden tresses |
I, couldn’t care less about a nigga in a vest |
I was shootin for the knees makin him dance and plead |
For me to put em out they misery, my word wizardry |
Is a dream you had about, you was coming clean |
When you woke up, your heart broke up, be dawn |
Leaving you with the reality that the day goes on, until |