mobb-deep-nighttime-vultures I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin, vague memory of last night now it’s all dawnin. Look down and see dry blood all on my garment, It stained all my Guess farmer’s, colored enormous. I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head, flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head, I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall. Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall, left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail. Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill. An eye for an eye you know my science of life, Is you man or mice, thugs or the cowardly type? I kick that ‘98 shit for your ears to list, nigga P way ahead of his time, surpassed kids. Kickin’ rhymes that’s true lies, let me break ‘em down to size minimize they air time. After this you never will go back to that which, sit back an’ write half ass shit. The last official taking out the artificial. Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal, Mobb, remember the name it’s been along, that nigga’s shook to death from the first fuckin song. Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite, the kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit. Bear witness to this diligent street cat, I carry myself hold myself down in fact. This one dedicated to my niggas on run, holdin big gats go for your gun. Prepare to crush them we trust none, man who ain’t down with the clan. The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type, nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck. Boss I break your compass throw you way off course, we buildin from ground up startin from ground zero, mafia on da see the name upon the mural. Durable physically fit raps articulate, you get your whole skeleton crackedsomethin ridiculous. Still facinated by my ste, little P wanna be me, huh you no D. YO R.I.P. Prodigy November 2 1974 – June 20 2017 Quote by Mobb Deep from Nighttime Vultures on the album Hell On Earth
