Next Level (Nyte Time Mix|Explicit)

Next Level (Nyte Time Mix|Explicit) - Show & A.G.

Written by：AG/Show

All I see is blinking lights track boards and fat mics

950s SP12s MP60s

Sh*t is thumping ear drums pumping

The sh*t is type hype cause the sample is tight right

Bite this one and leave teethless

Never sweat that

Cause I'm a cool cat just like Heathcliff

Peep this give up the loot

It's '94 and b**ch a** niggas yeah they still get the boot

The Northlakes cause I be flowing in all states

Show kept digging and digging now he got more crates

That's right ni**a roll that dime and I'm

The only living matter that controls my mind

Peace to every single rapper on this whole earth

Sell-out's got no worth

I think they better go soul search

Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten

Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten

Now here I go again ready to flow again

And if the coast ain't clear hell yeah I'm still going in

Get it together or you'll be laying on a stretcher

I betcha I'm a getcha the number one heart stresser

Sorry black that's right it's a cardiac arrest

Try to triple team the best

Then where's Party at

Lost to no one a warrior like Shogun

And when the show's done stacks and stacks is how the hoes come

I bruise your feelings confidence is to the ceiling

If I'm sick I pick a chick for sexual healing

I'm unique a freak like Malik

In the twilights with more highlights than Dominique

Around my boys is where the jel stops

Up to the streets the jeeps my peeps in the cell blocks

I'm not the best but I give you stress

To flatter me your strategy gotta be more complex than chess

Stop bluffing cause you ain't saying nothing G

And start ducking I'm the A to the f**king G

Last LP we got down right

Showed all these corny motherf**kers what hip-hop's supposed to sound like

See A G and the brother Show

Quiet as kept it's best that you step on the low

Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten

Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten

Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten

Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten

Well it's me meaning the A to the dash

I'm fast to get the cash now I'm gone like the past

What's the remedy

Suckers better get they own identity

And to the enemy you better roll like it's ten of me

Fake lords they get strangled with mic cords

Taking beats from my LP for sure ain't healthy

Patterson Projects is where I rest

But I claim the whole planet cos it's mine goddamn it

I'm God quick to pull a fake brother card

Wrecked Boston running sh*t in Portland like Rod

It's hard to face defeat when you're raised in the street

No surrender and no retreat

Now dance with the devil no not hardly

Even though I mamba like La Bamba and smoke ganja like Bob Marley

A bag of sess puts me at my rest

You say it's silly that's my theory

Get the philly and let it rest

Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten

Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten

Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten

Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten