Say Goodnight (Clean) - Reks

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Reks

Long time coming

Listen!

I think they want the new P.E.

now

Ice Cube, Nigga With An Attitude now

They want a dude who’s immune to the rules

Short fuse, aiming at Q, Bishop on the roof now

They want me to say;

Fuck who in the game

If you the best rapper alive, then Reks insane

I think Preme’s insane, best producer alive

Me up on his track is like needles to the veins

Like burners to the brain, suicide chess, playing suicide king

My aim when I came was to bring back the Gang Starr audio reign

No longer R-E-K-S, it’s R-E-Cocaine

Y’all on the way out, Reks on the way in

East Coast boom bap, PM to the AM

Opinion on my rap, delivery propane

Rhythmatic, eternal king, supreme, remember the name — REKS

(«Say goodnight»)

(«Drop the mic, you shouldn’t be holding it

This is how it should be done»)

(«Dropping bows on 'em

I like to catch them while they slippin'»)

(«Say goodnight»)

(«Drop the mic, you shouldn’t be holding it

This is how it should be done»)

(«I'm serious, man, I’m so sincere»)

Rock-a-bye, pop rapper to sleep, heavenly conscious

Melodies monstrous, R’s one hell of an artist

Syllable dart smith, lyrical bars pimp caution

Beware of close proximity cause conflicts

Even through all this garbage nonsense, media sponsors

I’m gonna spit the raw shit regardless

My thoughts in cockpits, steering passengers through the darkness

While nerds be writing blurbs in office

I am return of the legendary, duck through the cemetery

Soul of the GOATs in my bones, so I never worry

UHH, I think they want the new Makaveli

I can really feel the pains and the strains to my belly

Hunger gettin' deadly, ain’t a killer, don’t tempt me

Fill the booth 'cause the youth mental fridge on empty

Opinion on my rap, the flow’s ether, the soulseeker

Born leader, R-E-K-S, remember the name

(«Say goodnight»)

(«Drop the mic, you shouldn’t be holding it

This is how it should be done»)

(«Dropping bows on 'em

I like to catch them while they slippin'»)

(«Say goodnight»)

(«Drop the mic, you shouldn’t be holding it

This is how it should be done»)

(«I'm serious, man, I’m so sincere»)

Yeah, I think I wanna kill Bill O’Reilly

187 G-Dub, peel wheels on Denalis

Mommy, I’m sorry, but when these dudes rap

I be thinkin' that I should pull a Shyne in the party

Nickel nine in the audience of weak rap shows

I never needed guns, but as my stress grows

Need that East swag back, a new West Coast

80 percent of the new South rap shit blows

Now the Midwest shinin', respect their grindin'

But turn up my face to bullshit rap whinin'

UHH, say goodnight to the industry, DJ Premier sentenced me

To prepare something lethal for the ears

Here it is for the people, compare me to no other artist

I swear no equals, I hear their public opinion

On my rap, say the future of the game

Top 10 D.O.A.

— Reks, remember the name

(«Say goodnight»)

(«Drop the mic, you shouldn’t be holding it

This is how it should be done»)

(«Dropping bows on 'em

I like to catch them while they slippin'»)

(«Say goodnight»)

(«Drop the mic, you shouldn’t be holding it

This is how it should be done»)

(«I'm serious, man, I’m so sincere»)

REKS