Lyrics 11: 45 - Nick Wiz

11: 45

Black Sun: Yes, it’s going down.
Like this and like that
Monochrome: Like this, like that
Black Sun: The Sun’ll still shine on the moon regardless
Monochrome: It’s a quarter to midnight
Black Sun: Regardless, it’s like this
If you see what I see, then, possibly
You will see reality
If not, son, then save the bull and light it up
So all my heads can take a pull
A quarter to midnight
Clear the center when I enter here
Style strictly roots like ginger beer.
Smoke an ounce
Of shrub straight to the mug while thugs catch slugs
On the block, scrambling drugs under th moonlit
Sky, chromed-out, 7:25, fire
Floating by, it’s do-or-die for I and I, son
I got no rgrets, clear the fear from your headset
The last to learn?
They crash and burn like Aaliyah jet
And we can’t fall victim to
The struggle and strife.
Bored and trife is the street life
I’m down for the jewel heist or whatever, make
My living standard better, (me and my peeps) bring it together
Stay calm, we light it up like napalm then step
Come face this wreck ((What?)), come taste this wreck.
I’ll leave you wet
I hold an ace, so you could bet that I’ma either
Damage your neck or your headset, and that’s how it be
So if you see what I see
Then, possibly, you will see the reality
If not, son, then save the bull ((Save it)) and light it up
So all my heads can take a pull.
What?!?
If you see what I see, then, possibly
You will see the reality
If not, son, then save the bull and light it up
So all my heads can take a pull
Now it’s a quarter to midnight
Hood knights in ghetto armor, eye trauma
Hits the asphalt like bombs in ‘Nam for pressuring troops
Live by the green, love the weed plus the loot, run your team
Like we was balling, your whole squad to my two assassins
Verbally slashing to feed your army rations
Running that dash for cash stash, seldom flashing
Pisces, so twice the passion for smashing
Imagine me moving in the Shadow like fashion (and bashing)
Surprise!
Here come my other guys
It’s on, son.
Don’t let me have to go to the guns.
For one:
We’re blazing like Cajun taste buds be numbed
And meditate and burn the tree the day of your wake, so watch
Your gate and watch them fakes and peep them jakes while Chrome
Connect the gods from Silver Lake to steeplechase
The neck breaks of shitty niggas you don’t wanna face
New York, New Jerz, bond is my word, I’ll make it shake
So if you see what I see, then, possibly
You will see reality
If not, son, then save the bull and light it up
So all my heads can take a pull
If you see what I see, then, possibly
You will see the reality
If not, son, then save the bull and light it up
So all my heads can take a pull
At night, take flight for a glance for sight.
Curb
Height, kid.
Corrupt to the core, a rugged life for
My team and my platinum dream, my eyes gleam gamma-
-green out this piece and keep it dope for the fiends
(We intoxicate the room with fumes from the boom)
(In darkness, the Sun’ll still shine on the moon)
(Regardless. ‘Nough things we have fi do, ‘nough things I done)
(Soldier bwoy no run. It’s real, son)
If you see what I see, then, possibly
You will see reality
If not, son, then save the bull and light it up
So all my heads can take a pull
Monochrome: Light it up, light it up, light it up
Black Sun: Light it up, light it up.
Yeah, light it
Monochrome: What?
Black Sun: Uh, like it up like that
Shadowz In Da Dark: It’s a quarter to midnight
Black Sun: Ha!
Monochrome: 11:45
Black Sun: On the clock
Monochrome: Quarter to midnight.
We keep it live, know’m saying?
Black Sun: No doubt
Monochrome: Straight up in the nicks for the ‘96
Black Sun: The Sun’ll shine on the moon regardless.
Yes, yes
Monochrome: Uh!
A quarter to midnight