trap.
01-24-2013, 10:08 PM
posted on 01-06-2005
moniCk
dark nights alone, sure a bit petrified as well
i've seen better nights than this in hell
it's on repeat, see me, i'm hidden under these sheets
cuz if i poke my head out, i'll be in defeat
he's tormented me over and over again, i hope it ends
cuz to defend my self all i have to do is pretend
he's a figment of my imagination, i really ain't facing
this horrid monster who never takes vacations
that's what he is, that's why he lets me live
but truth is, the fear that subsides is his
he's hidden behind doors, knocking to fight through
but won't appear on your screens on the night news
i'm fighting this fear, cuz he's really not here
and if i close my eyes and sleep, he'll disappear
nah he's fake, not real, truth is, he's not what you think
he's just another character that's stepped out of monsters inc
this war i'm fighting, let's just call it a fable
is the horrible boogie-man who doesn't fit the label
he won't come to scare me, won't step an inch out
he's just like the boogie-man i'm facing, who's just a bitch now
and now this fight i engage in, ends in his defeat
and now this recurring "nightmare" no longer repeats
haha, no beef dude.
vs.
Boogie-Man.
It's a concert and hova`s killing the fans
Everybody cheering, holding spliff in they hands
everything is good, going ill with the plans
I had had untill homies soda spilled to my pants..
Now it`s dim as hell and I can see the white of my sneakers
But my pants are dark, so I had to take a lighter to peep it
Just as expected; stained - had to ruffle my pant an
Homie had the nerve to act like nothing had happened
I got two options; snuff him, start a rumble or ask him
Politely for the cash to cover the accident
"Brotha, you haven`t said sorry, til I`m hearing those words we
have a problem, I dont want that man, I`m here with my girl b''
Now he was brolic, but I wasn`t shook, or pussin' out
hard jab, swift kick; book it through the crowd
"Look kiddo, I`m real sorry about the shit I done,
But you're ruining my high, so skip it son"
Liquor in me wasn`t sissy; so I clipped that blunt
Sipped my cup, put it down and told em "This ain`t fun"
Two punches had his thick face stunned...
while over the speakers boomed, ''I got 99 problems and this bitch ain`t one..
Hit me.''
Boogie Man wins.
moniCk
dark nights alone, sure a bit petrified as well
i've seen better nights than this in hell
it's on repeat, see me, i'm hidden under these sheets
cuz if i poke my head out, i'll be in defeat
he's tormented me over and over again, i hope it ends
cuz to defend my self all i have to do is pretend
he's a figment of my imagination, i really ain't facing
this horrid monster who never takes vacations
that's what he is, that's why he lets me live
but truth is, the fear that subsides is his
he's hidden behind doors, knocking to fight through
but won't appear on your screens on the night news
i'm fighting this fear, cuz he's really not here
and if i close my eyes and sleep, he'll disappear
nah he's fake, not real, truth is, he's not what you think
he's just another character that's stepped out of monsters inc
this war i'm fighting, let's just call it a fable
is the horrible boogie-man who doesn't fit the label
he won't come to scare me, won't step an inch out
he's just like the boogie-man i'm facing, who's just a bitch now
and now this fight i engage in, ends in his defeat
and now this recurring "nightmare" no longer repeats
haha, no beef dude.
vs.
Boogie-Man.
It's a concert and hova`s killing the fans
Everybody cheering, holding spliff in they hands
everything is good, going ill with the plans
I had had untill homies soda spilled to my pants..
Now it`s dim as hell and I can see the white of my sneakers
But my pants are dark, so I had to take a lighter to peep it
Just as expected; stained - had to ruffle my pant an
Homie had the nerve to act like nothing had happened
I got two options; snuff him, start a rumble or ask him
Politely for the cash to cover the accident
"Brotha, you haven`t said sorry, til I`m hearing those words we
have a problem, I dont want that man, I`m here with my girl b''
Now he was brolic, but I wasn`t shook, or pussin' out
hard jab, swift kick; book it through the crowd
"Look kiddo, I`m real sorry about the shit I done,
But you're ruining my high, so skip it son"
Liquor in me wasn`t sissy; so I clipped that blunt
Sipped my cup, put it down and told em "This ain`t fun"
Two punches had his thick face stunned...
while over the speakers boomed, ''I got 99 problems and this bitch ain`t one..
Hit me.''
Boogie Man wins.