Night 'Til Dawn

[Sir Skitzo:]
I'm in the hospital, brittle from a virus I caught
It's got me coughing a little, puking bile and snot
And the doc gave the signal through the eyes of a God
To let me know that I'd be sick unless the rhyming would stop
But stopping's not an option, or even a choice
I'd rather die tonight than try to hide my voice
Can't find a light, but my life will boom
'Cause I'm like dynamite and you'll ignite the fuse
So to put in other words: everybody can blow me
Yo, I don't have friends they're pretending they know me
I'd rather stay at home than to chill with a homie
Cause I know that I'm real while the rest can be phony
That's the old me
Now it's time to find the grind
And treat the verse like a mountain: climb to rhyme
I'm a shining diamond, but my wealth is wrong
I'm not worth a penny, I'm only worth a song

Look
Yeah
Yeah, you're right, I'm wrong
But I learned life goes on
And I'm staying strong
Writing songs from night til' dawn
And you're right, I'm wrong
But I learned life goes on
And I'm staying strong
Writing songs from night til' dawn

[N.O.C:]
Again... time, no
Time and time a
Okay
Ugh
Time and time again
I spend my nights with pad and pen
Inside my hands and write to tend
I meant tend to write til' I don't make sense
Til' black out cause I haven't eaten
Pass out from my lack of sleep and
Family has no chance to see me
Rap is all I have and needed
And while yo' ass is seated
Fapping, filling your hand with semen
Or rapidly bashing your keys in
Mad at the fact I'm happily breathing
My ass succeeding
Been dreaming, but you bet your ass I'm paving paths to reach it
I'm wreaking havoc
Leaving rappers speechless
But I was at my weakest at the start of this
I was falling to pieces
My life was going all to shit
Man nobody in my city helped me
When I was hurting everybody's against me
That's why musicians write verses
You weren't fucking with me
Now you bitches converting
Man I'm feeling dizzy
It's 'cause the tables are turning
Yo

[Sir Skitzo:]
Yeah
Yeah, you're right, I'm wrong
But I learned life goes on
And I'm staying strong
Writing songs from night til' dawn
And you're right, I'm wrong
But I learned life goes on
And I'm staying strong
Writing songs from night til' dawn

[Sir Skitzo & N.O.C.:]
High voice, white skin, his face is filled with acne
These people gotta hate, but I never let it distract me
Figured out my choice and I followed the path exactly
'Cause like a baby mama, I've never thought of a plan B
And if I did, then it would probably fail
Then push me farther to hell, to see me farther excel
And if I ever have a daughter, I'mma harbor the wealth
Then hand it down to her the day that they gon' target my health
Because Illuminati's stalking me
A higher power watching me
Thought it was conspiracy, but now the profits calling me
Bowing to the leaders, the elite who run the colony
And if you think I'm lying, you will see the owl follow me
Yo, so, Conscience, I gotta ask a question
What you need to ask, homie? Let out your confession
I did this for a while, now I got the success
So why the fuck do I feel like there's nothing else left?

[Sir Skitzo:]
Yeah
Yeah, you're right, I'm wrong
But I learned life goes on
And I'm staying strong
Writing songs from night til' dawn
And you're right, I'm wrong
But I learned life goes on
And I'm staying strong
Writing songs from night til' dawn