Nitetime

Okay, it's quiet now

Totally out of the loop
But it's nitetime now, stretched out in the Coupe
Rope-a-dope gets the scoop
Flawless synergy on these beats, might put bad rappers out of they misery
If we were on the pot, you might call this wizardry
But this is a form of trickery, the flow gets slippery
I'll spit the same verse, but don't call it a trilogy
Depth of the words is perceived from the style of delivery
Almost a form of liturgy, so it goes
I'm from the 204, so I don't run with my woes
I don't run for most of y'all, but only Markel knows
The struggle to break out, but you going no place though

Destined to be incredibly adequate
Out of it, could not equip myself, mallows allowed to sit down with me
Still extremely witty
In my dreams, that's a reoccurring theme, but I ain't out for pity
Seems to be a part of my psyche
Never moving on without me
Never going out when I seen that
Cause I seen that everyday
Ain't no way they ain't goin say nothing cause I'm hard to read
War & Peace, on my Leo, my soul is neo
My LSD's amino, might be built into my ego
I might pull up in a tuxedo in Tuxedo, damn
I'm just walking right now, but it seems like everybody ran
My dude

You seem tense, like you never listened to Sixpence
I never meant in my defence to make it hard to make sense of the pretence
That's a little bit complex
But it only makes sense once it's put into proper context
I get frustrated but I'm never vexed
I remember when homies only cared about Tech Decks
And finding out that they're next on the playground
It might seem odd but I'm feeling nostalgic right now
But that's only cause it's nitetime, I feel like no one can touch me
Safe in my head, you can't touch it, that's what Imma keep

Cause it's nitetime now, man, what Imma say
Man, it's nitetime now, still waiting for day