The light is gone...
The Night is long...
how dark does it have to be

before the break of dawn....

Verse 1:

I got mad determination to show y'all fickle $$#es Kurt's amazing,
the reason I be spazzing turning dangerous,
delivering vocals I flow it just so I murder breaks in,

the hopes that you praise it and quit all the underestimating, I'll admit it..

I probably only want to be famous to gain that,

temporary thrill of throwing it all up in your faces,
so you can see I wasn't playing when you heard me saying,
I would be the biggest in the game and I would print my name in,

listen closely...

and make no mistake I am nothing basic,

you can save it cause you aint going to take me up under hating,
body aching as I'm patiently waiting I'm feeling drained from,
all this slaving as I race for the day of a celebration,


let me taste it a little bit let me feel it embrace it,
and keep my inspiration thriving as I'm striving to make it,

I won't sugar-coat a thing when I state it I'll tell you blatant,
as this....one of these days you're going to call me the greatest,
you doubt it?....


Chorus:
It's no fun when I'm fighting,

To hold up with the strife and,
it's cold stuck in this life where,
there's no sun in my...

Nocturnal Life..

I stay wishing to live in,

a place distant from this to,
be saved and not to deal with,
the same %#@! in my...

Nocturnal Life,...

Verse 2:

Things are looking pretty $#&@ing grim aint got a fan in sight,
and every time I'm given a "shot" for "buzz" I'm like damn it's "lite"
better chance for shining needs to head in my direction,

every time I try to catch it,
like a student I get tested,
all this stressing, really...


takes it's toll like it worked in a booth,
in the middle of the road I'm driving and trying to go through,

I'm trying to prove myself and show that I am the truth,
but chances looking pretty slim like they be dieting dude,
I mean...


I'm too broke to get a mic and a booth,
and $#&@ the mic I can't even afford to buy me some food,

I'm eating Ramen noodle soup just to survive and it's too,
often I fall into depression as I fight to improve,


I scribble write it exciting,
and rip the mic when reciting,
as violent as a Viking,

a tyrant who's striking like lightening,
trying to rid my life from trifling,
strife that's inside cause I'm tired of fighting,

a fiery desire to rise again,...

Chorus


Verse 3:
I'm a truculent monster,

^!$$% coming to conquer,
show you $#&@ers I'm hotter,
than the sun and the lava,

and disgusting as twats of,
filthy !@#%s with no honor,
having sex for checks with an infected,
cunt full of gonorrhea,


see the passion I have?,
I am like a ratchet with rap,
how I fire back automatic,
with a fire rapidly scattered,
to lie yo $$# in a casket,

just like the flash it'll be fast,
any type of act defying that,
ignites the wrath of the fascist,

I'll smash any opposition I have,

that's blocking my righteous path,
to live my life as a man,
satisfied and happy,...

no longer isolated,

or treated as a pariah making me tighten my fist,..
having to fight for the %#@!,
trapped in the grind is a (*##$,
so tempted to give it in,
throw the towel right in and quit,


I'm trying to find the light but it's night,
every time I look in the sky,
the sun never rises I live a Nocturnal Life,...

Chorus