[Verse 1: Oddbrawl the Lyrical Juggernaut (AKA Kev)]
I don’t need
The use of a gat. I’ll make due with a bat like hoodlum cats
In all black used to do when they were back
In 1947. Fuck around with Kevin
Fire shit like Jackie Rob in the bottom of 11
Everything in my circumference red, no joke
Do a n***a ugly right in front of his folks
Dead on the counter, put his ass in a yoke, have him
Nodding like I’m the rubber hose, needle, and dope—remember that
(Remember that) Revive the chump with a smack
Virgin cat, take his hand, makе him feel on the gat
.38 revolver? Could havе killed you with that. I’m not
Kidding. Nightbreed not fiction but fact

[Hook: K.A. the Verbal Shogun]
And I be N-I-G-H-T
B-R-double-E-D
And I be N-I-G-H-T
B-R-double-E-D
And I be N-I-G-H-T
B-R-double-E-D

[Verse 2: K.A. the Verbal Shogun]
Hot heads
And cold hearts, dangerous mixture. I carry
Things that hit ya. I’m into street arts, concrete’s
The frame, the brains the picture
I ain’t trained to be a silent ninja, my style are found
But four-fives’ll injure. Try to surrender ‘less your body lined
With fenders. I’ll send a few, them hollows dented you
Put you prolly in the same dirt Most High invented you
As my new TEC blows, leave y’all
With two wet holes (Two wet holes). When I fly through the hood
There’s reports of UFOs. I ain’t the type to be
Pulling a knife, my bullets’ll slice, fighting wouldn’t suffice
Your hand game is shivering, your man name
Is cinnamon, and you made of sugar and spice. I can’t
See a n***a wanting dough from me knowing how I
Stroke from three, but if he do, hopefully I soak
His tee, have his shirt mostly looking like potpourri
(Dead) Po’ would never notice me. You can’t
Cope with NB
[Hook: K.A. the Verbal Shogun] (x2)
And I be N-I-G-H-T
B-R-double-E-D
And I be N-I-G-H-T
B-R-double-E-D
And I be N-I-G-H-T
B-R-double-E-D