MOOD RUFF - Night.Life.Types (Spitz Version) lyrics
[INTRO: (Odario) Spitz]
(What you got? (yo yo yo yo yo))
Yo, Night Life Types part two
(Mood Ruff)
We gonna do it up right
(The Spitz version)
For you and all my people
(This is how we do)
For all my people
[Spitz]
Check it out (word up)
Check it out
Reality constantly evolving, hang on
And if you can't throw down, then you won't remain long
Obtain strong connection in the path that we chose
Kids with obvious technical abilities rose
Third degree burns get exposed by those like duro mad skull(?)
Pro scam and ???? prepare to leave his mark with no trace in sight
Ignite to break towards the way space
Replace, no taste with a burner because I'm nice
And if you don't know it don't concern ya
Think twice before you step to the one dice
On call, you get whipped with a ???? ???? we stroll on
Point like arrow through Scarborough
My man Choclair could rip through mics thorough
Becase he know what it takes to make you say
Big up, to Saukrates we shat at Bamboo
'Nuff respect due to ya F.O.S. crew
On with the show, so little Jazz through
Down the twelve inches, Kardinall Offishal
Made the crowd wild, Finesse, the Turnstyles
When money starts to pile, as we learn to earn
Stay down to Earth so we don't crash and burn
To whom it may concern, all suckers parish
Quite as kept, we rep ???? the cat's fearless
Hear this, the real is king y'all compare
This vandal to Van Gogh
Check this ill flow from the Maxmo
Mayhem one, never react slow
In fact bro, boots crew got my back yo
Different Shades Ov Blac showdown defeating wack
Fools and shiesty status climbers
We be the next crew with respect to old timers
Mood Ruff and Farm Fresh, it's the tabs that combine us
Dedicated rhymers dropping more than one liner
Couple words to describ us, hip-hop
'Nuff said, twisted like a dread, hop up
The Misfit, Kemo and Red
Spread like virus that burning infection
Thought you was a mute, contaminate your section
Injection, ?????(can't distinguish line)
Check the elements as I leave and come back the next day
If it's in your blood, you okay, pay at the front be on your way
Check B-boys Zeb and Dedos for the intecrit display
Of body rocking, don't sweat the technique 'cause he lock
When he rocking, afraid from top to bottom it's ill
Strategicall position himself to make the kill
CheckMate, Flipout you get set straight
Penetrate your noggin with verses that first rate
COngratulate my man Sol G, Big WIll you restin'
Up in NYC, pull a cloak and dagger
Make moves in Calgary
Filling lobies be the Vagrant Hobby
Bill and Tig(?) blow spots
'Nuff props to flips out and show stops
Last but not least there's my moms and my pops
Sammy, Troy and Nick holding down boonyville up in the bushes in New
Brunswick
And you know this
[OUTRO: Spitz (Odario)]
(You know how we go, Mood Ruff. Across the nation)
I want to give a shout to all my people. Isosoles, Moka Only, Tara Chase,
yo Monolith, all my peoples, you know
(Yeah, and we can't forget Mackaro, Sketch and my man Anthony Ellis out in
T-O. All the MCs, B-boys, DJS, and graf writers across the nation.)
