Why is it when the night comes
The whole world seems scary
Horrible, and frightening
Is it because it's dark?
Or is it because there's something out there?
Who knows?
I don't know
[Verse 1]
Need the eye of a eagle, strength of a bear
Had the mane of a lion, it was just hair
I'm not a Rastafari, I fly in the air
The nice guy is the fall guy, so why do I care
You nothing in rap unless you got a budget from crack
It's f**ed up but fact, I say it just because you'll react
Controlling my calm, drift into the soul of my mom
I disappear from the Earth in those moments I'm gone
Then back to toil the field that spoil my deals
My royal appeal, always seems to spoil a meal
But if I snuck or pounded, or got you surrounded
Or just sprayed a round in a lounge in a town, then
Would you think I'm grounded, lost it or I found it
That wild sh** be calling me, if I started wilding
[Hook]
Yo, the night's calling, been cold for a while
A nice person, is vul-ner-a-ble
I'm like Stalin, I'm mauling the crowd
I hear voices, the call of the wild
Life's calling on auto-redial
A nice person, is vul-ner-a-ble
I hear curses and verses that growl
If I could reverse this call of the wild
[Verse 2]
Nah, I never had a record, I'd never be suspected
Did Christ die so he could forever be a necklace?
I'll always be rejected, what should I do to accept it?
Sell sh** to perfect this cause I know [?] get it
Attack the establishment for merciful peace
I can't kamikaze, Catholic, no virgins for me
And that ain't heaven for them, on Earth they get rude
And they sent horny to Heaven where they wait for some fools
So law school is what I Google, garbage that's outside
Serial k**ers buy Catcher in the Rye
So if I wet you up til they can never get you dry
Because you set me up and thought the world would let me die
And if I'm up a creek you see me paddle-less at times
And ain't nobody dying, just know I haggled with my mind
The angel and the Devil playing poker at the side
Cheating is still winning says the Devil with the high
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Bring a gun to a knife fight, a knife to a nice night
A light to a dark room, where shots get exposed like *gunshot*
Lee Harvey, seen in the window (what else)
Or Malcolm X holding his pistol
Y'all praise Martin, cause he let you chase him with pitbulls
Spray us a hose and he said not to hit you
But, the same fate though, on to the eighth hole
Governed by these a-holes that hate when we say so, but
Angrily lay low, damning his halo
The rapper stood up and he took what he came for
Booked through the same door, looks like the worst gone
Came back with a chainsaw, holding the first arm
"You motherb**hes", he flipped and he cursed wrong
To him "no witnesses" mean everyone on the Earth gone
Stop, am I wilding? Maybe I'm loc now
f** it, I k** rappers and sprinkle some coke down
[Hook]