In the night Gotta make it right In the night Gotta feel your love babe In the night Gotta make it right In the night Gotta feel your love babe
Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my DJ fresh on wax Put it on the turntable, I got taps It started burning up, wires smoking Had to be the sound
all on my tip I took it to my DJ, fresh on wax Put it on the Turntable, I got taxed It started burning up, why it's smoking? Had to be the Sound coming
up a perimeter Interrogate the prisoner, ransack your residence Order from the President to document this evidence Company commander, this is my version of capital
playing them records We'll be all night wanting more Let's call out his name Tommy K, Tommy K Tommy K the DJ Tommy K, Tommy K (Marakesh is the capital
the bass and we'll break the beat For the rhyhtm move you down the streets ......................................... friends Gonna get it on now yeah we'll be in a trance What a perfect night
with my imagination. Sound architectural tools I use. My boss is the Muse. Serious playground, I'm down for the music of my life. Serious playground, day or night
you been missin in this picture Style funkin than a big pot of chitilins in yo kitchen Some slang in yo shit ain't hittin Like I used the sound before
The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. Alone, the possibilities are enormous. Step outside
years yet Well the takeover is coming I know you hear 'em coming It feel like '03 yet? You in that mood yet?!?! I just like sayin that shit That shit just sound
heavyweights to stakes Or high, so why would you ever want to front? And try such a stunt, now the ace is gonna hunt Ya down, you clown, cause the sound
fitted boogie systems with crook addictions Well sure my crown is formed of thorns Yea but my thorns are formed of sound And I've found sounds what keep
I'm just go on hit up this cookout on Capital Boulevard Go on get me a fancy, banana pudding shake And a side of hush puppies Just call it a goddamn night
composition to sawdust Time is breath; breath is life; life is light Light is no less than capital 'C' on the mic Beneath the mirage of night I'll attack
This is the moment when I was conceived This was the temperature when I was born This is the night I caught a fatal illness This is the method by which
Night was fallin', the horizon was callin', as we drove into the setting sun Goin' back to that country that we still call home Said good bye to the capital
saturday night, a saturday night i thought that you would want me" "always on a saturday night, a saturday night you had to go and bring me down always on a saturday night
