Don’t Sleep

James Morgan Davies, Pierre Scarland, Jannes LELIEVELD, Frank BOERSMA, Checkna TOURE

When the sun go down i see m panicking
sleep paralysis
stiff like a mannequin
we straight savages had it with all these amateurs
i let m rest like big batch of cannabis
DoD and Youthstar we take too far
just smell the gunsmoke, harald and kumar
Claws of the cougar be rippin through yo puma
I snap a nigga right in half like a rhubarb
Its gettin cooler at night, fading sunlight
And im about to take a life like a gunfight
All i need is 1 Mic, when the puns right
All i need is 1 knife, for yo wind pipe
If You dont stab m ill do
causing rapid eye movement
Stay blasting yall stuck in past and yall snoozin
Trapped in a cycle, visions of nightmares
So im grabbin a rifle

I'm the stalker in your nightmare with the Shinney blade
Giving both ya parents à neck fade.... Blood sprayed
I'll drag the corpses though the ally way
The streets darker then the park on Halloween with amphetamine and a hand grenade
I'll dress ya wife in red and pair in twos like handmaids
Then steal ya baby on its birth day for the grand parade
Fuck your pampers day I'll slice your face off through the window pane
Then wake you up again and again just to regain the pain
Paint the walls in red and write ya name
The only memory that's left about you is the claret stain, well played
Your soul's a burning one like vicar's fucking little sons
In purgatory going round forever doing hit and runs
The phantoms haunt you in ya lucid dreams
Your cracking all around the seams
The sleeping pills ain't working judging by the screams
Fuck the pills take these, they shoot up with ease
Needles in your arm and the veins craving the squeeze

This one’s fat - obesity
The squad’s deep - low frequency
Youthstar and Dope DOD
It’s Mr. Miscellaneous bitch, don’t sleep on me
We all wanna live old and go peacefully
But I’ma make your life a nightmare, don’t beef with me
Don’t sleep, don’t sleep, don’t sleep

Nighttime, that’s where anxiety is at
Your try to be relaxed but
all your eyes can see is black
You Tired of trying to flee the trap
It’s time, you need a nap
But you know once you doze
you’ll be violently attacked
in a real horror film
With special effects blazing,
Killed, your organs spilled
Your head and you chest caved in
chased by zombies, your levels of stress raising
Dreams written by Stephen King, directed by Wes Craven.
Now you on a trip to the mortician’s
Rigamortis kicks in, you feeling your corpse stiffen.
you stiff on the floor, twitching
your fingers and arms missing
Getting tortured by the Bitch in that flick called « audition »
Needles in the eyes, does that sound extreme
You quarantined in a trap house with mad, rowdy fiends
You beg the sand man, please, you wanna tap out and scream
But you trapped now, it seems
you can’t snap out this dream

Sit stiller you getting busy with a sick killer
Stephen King thriller
I heard we in a pandemic well I been iller
couple truffles in my mouth yeah that shits bitter
I eat rappers all day its my fifth dinner
Stuffin all their remains in a bag and then I kick em off a cliff in a
Big river, sleep with the guppies
I'm whipping these mc's like they crash test dummies
Slave trader of wack rap creator's
I chain em to the back of my van, drag their faces
Through rock, sand and ruff land, watch how their guts hang
To hell with the program I told y'all on "One Man"
Testing us now you know that's a dumb plan
I've already gone ham, fuck a sun tan bitch
You get burned to a black crisp
Thought you had a match with my profile but that was a Catfish

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Don’t Sleep

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