Next Level (Nyte Time Mix)

Show &A.G.-Next Level
Written by ：AG/Show
All I see is blinking lights track boards and fat mics
950s SP12s MP60s
Sh*t is thumping ear drums pumping
The sh*t is type hype cause the sample is tight right
Bite this one and leave teethless
Never sweat that
Cause Im a cool cat just like Heathcliff
Peep this give up the loot
Its 94and b**ch a**ni**as yeah they still get the boot
The Northlakes cause I be flowing in all states
Show kept digging and digging now he got more crates
Thats right ni**a roll that dime and Im
The only living matter that controls my mind
Peace to every single rapper on this whole earth
Sell-outs got no worth
I think they better go soul search
Brothers cant believe how the skills have gotten
Brothers cant believe how the skills have gotten
Now here I go again ready to flow again
And if the coast aint clear hell yeah Im still going in
Get it together or youll be laying on a stretcher
I betcha Im a getcha the number one heart stresser
Sorry black thats right its a cardiac arrest
Try to triple team the best
Then wheres Party at
Lost to no one a warrior like Shogun
And when the shows done stacks and stacks is how the hoes come
I bruise your feelings confidence is to the ceiling
If Im sick I pick a chick for sexual healing
Im unique a freak like Malik
In the twilights with more highlights than Dominique
Around my boys is where the jel stops
Up to the streets the jeeps my peeps in the cell blocks
Im not the best but I give you stress
To flatter me your strategy gotta be more complex than chess
Stop bluffing cause you aint saying nothing G
And start ducking Im the A to the f**king G
Last LP we got down right
Showed all these corny motherf**kers what hip-hops supposed to sound like
See A G and the brother Show
Quiet as kept its best that you step on the low
Brothers cant believe how the skills have gotten
Brothers cant believe how the skills have gotten
Brothers cant believe how the skills have gotten
Brothers cant believe how the skills have gotten
Well its me meaning the A to the dash
Im fast to get the cash now Im gone like the past
Whats the remedy
Suckers better get they own identity
And to the enemy you better roll like its ten of me
Fake lords they get strangled with mic cords
Taking beats from my LP for sure aint healthy
Patterson Projects is where I rest
But I claim the whole planet cos its mine goddamn it
Im God quick to pull a fake brother card
Wrecked Boston running sh*t in Portland like Rod
Its hard to face defeat when youre raised in the street
No surrender and no retreat
Now dance with the devil no not hardly
Even though I mamba like La Bamba and smoke g**ja like Bob Marley
A bag of sess puts me at my rest
You say its silly thats my theory
Get the philly and let it rest
Brothers cant believehow the skills have gotten
Brothers cant believe how the skills have gotten
Brothers cant believe how the skills have gotten
Brothers cant believe how the skills have gotten