Midnight Marauders Lyrics

Midnight Marauders

I missed the days the squad had a packed out roster

Unfortunately none of my niggas knew to keep it holstered

Blood got split so the street looking much colder

Midnight Marauders

I missed the days the squad had a packed out roster

Unfortunately none of my niggas knew to keep it holstered

Blood got split so the street looking much colder

Terrified ay, So Terrified

Terrified ay, So Terrified

A nigga terrified his block about to get coloured

They separate all your body parts like the whites and coloured

So untethered no inch given to killers and scammers

Boy we deadly hammers

We ain't no Marvel niggas

Beat you black and blue

Your bitch marvelled nigga

Thought you could be slick like a Blue Beetle

But we tore out your wings

No need for chings

We do it face to face, Mortal Kombat

You ain't no Gyspy King, ain't no comeback

I don't wanna hear no backchat

We comeback with the damn strap

We comeback hit the damn strap

You better chill out with the chat, chat

I don't really think you know bout the South West SW

Carry blades like PDWs

Nah I Capped

Take out your circle

Take personal offense

Take personal offense

It was tense, situations it was tense

Niggas be skipping school, how you get left in past tense

Can't believe so many young men filled with killing intent

So much bloodshed, lowkey stopped feeling like a fucking event

Mamas tried to give us the Bible

But we all lowkey feeling like fallen angel is our title

That's when we started to maraud through the night

Wondering who's gonna get us live tonight

Who gonna force us to show the might tonight

Midnight Marauders

Midnight Marauders

Midnight Marauders

I missed the days, the squad had a packed out roster

Unfortunately none of my niggas knew to keep it holstered

Blood got split, so the street looking much colder

Midnight Marauders

I missed the days, the squad had a packed out roster

Unfortunately none of my niggas knew to keep it holstered

Blood got split, so the street looking much colder

Much colder, much colder, much older

We figured out we shouldn't listen to the elders

Now we stuck with a lonely roster

Now we stuck with a lonely roster

But I'm lone Power Ranger

Call me Merrick

I don't do shit for your merit

Nigga pipe down

Nigga pipe down that ego

Promise to you, you better kill it

Or I might switch up

Pick up your ashes, We might just bill it

We might just bill it

But I know that hothead tempo

Really needs some chilling

Really needs some chilling

Looking at everybody else

Where they winning

Where they winning