Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10 to Midnight, artist - Kurupt. Date of issue: 28.04.2014
Song language: English
10 to Midnight |
| That I exposed, my hundred seventy-five flows |
| The inkling of a sect, suspect me |
| This assemblies and less than two verses |
| I’m able to disengage mics |
| And chew MCs up like Mike & Ikes |
| When I recite they like two flips |
| I sink MCs like ships |
| With my nocturnal vibes, mandatory eclipse |
| There’s no comparison, I embarrassment |
| Cause microphone harassment |
| Here’s where the fear and terror spin |
| I’m hit brick, decipher these look-a-like MCs |
| Claimin' they rock mics like nights for days |
| So I’m able to have more to perform |
| I explode on the mic like C-4 |
| I eliminate ya fool microphones |
| These limited the amount of opponents |
| Step on the microphone I show em' |
| Over and over, these weird situations |
| Enter in the gladiation, now they facin' |
| Last night I had a dream and it just made me realize |
| That folks don’t give a damn about me (They don’t care) |
| So many haters on the scene, can’t stand to see me on the rise |
| But I’m gon' still remain the same, you best believe |
| We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that’s gangsta) |
| We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now you know that’s gangsta) |
| We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that’s gangsta) |
| We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Get cho' ass on the floor) |
| If I wanna fuck a homie I would, ya best believe that |
| Wanna call me reg, show ya girl where the cheese at |
| Niggas roll and shit, hatin' on a young bitch |
| Cause flow I cop or the spots I rock |
| I’m still classy, playa like me I keeps it jazzy |
| Still keep it gangsta whether not I’m gettin' sassy |
| Got a beeper, fly out and release my profile |
| Or my click bust eighty for all you busters actin' shady |
| Fake ass ballers wanna-be shot callers |
| Think y’all holdin' clout, niggas runnin' they mouth |
| It’s still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin' |
| Askin' all you cats in this game yo what’s happenin' |
| Hoes talk about they cockin' back, bustin' guns |
| Knowin' damn well heat is on deck, you cowards run |
| Hated by many, yo we loved by few |
| You ain’t gotta like us homie but respect what we do |
| I’ll buck y’all niggas then bust y’all niggas |
| Set chu' niggas up then wet chu' niggas up |
| Seen a jazzy ho steppin' out with the gators |
| Hold up haters I’m executin' all the fakers |
| Lettin' all you cats know I just wanna fuck you |
| Back to ya wifey, it’s her job to love you |
| I’m lookin' for my baby daddy, what’s he got |
| He old enough to cum, he old enough to get fucked |
| Yeah, SKG Death Row mackin' the new bitch in town |
| That’s how I get down |
| If I had a million dollars then I’d be rich |
| If ya ho was on deck then I fuck yo bitch |
| It’s Gotti in the cut with the Don Corleone |
| And Dillinger with the hollow tip chromes |
| Catch ya and travel, leave ya flabbergasted |
| Stalkin' y’all walkin' caskets |
| Hit the spot where the smokers hold |
| Low and behold, the tightest composition composed |
| Can ya catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback |
| So when they ain’t around, I angle murder and slaughter act |
| React, actions speak louder than words |
| But ain’t nothin' more important than vision |
| I’ve seen optical collisions corrupted |
| I’m spontaneous when I combusted melon |
| Can’t escape a lyrical felon |
| Excellin' in the out, like it’s in from smokin' the bong |
| Koran Don, set to explore like napalm |
| Cataclysmic, with a habit to form collisions |
| Various visions, intellect sharp enough to injure |
| Like incisions with the deadliest intentions |
| To grab the heat and bust niggas into different dimensions |
| I had thoughts, had thoughs of electricity |
| Murdered by millions of volts |
| I got a forty cal cold |
| I’m all about business |
| Life ain’t what it seems in two seconds |
| I peeped the red beam, I tried to dodge |
| Grabbed the chrome plate, I dumped once |
| But I was two seconds late cause the size I was |
| Was the first mistake |
| My moms came and shook me I didn’t awake |
| Cause in my position that’s the chance ya take |
| In the dream, in the world with no way to escape |