Cookbook - Night After Night (Remix) lyrics

[Intro taken from the motion picture New Jack City] "It's got me man. I got no control over it. I tried to kick man but it just be calling me man. It be calling me man. I just got to go to it." [Scratch Hook] "I'm bound to rock your body" - Biz Markie 'Nobody Beats The Biz' "Give it to you 24/7" - De La Soul 'Stakes Are High' [Verse One: Flynn] Yo Body wrecking, checking mic positions Pulsating communicative hip hop renditions With six partitions the Creator has commissioned Wax to be spun, spawning, dawning on the sun Shining bright invading night through audio frequencies Expediently executing, refuting Rubbish through thuggish ways we pave cognition Using rhythmic intuition, yielding fresh fruition You hear this, salivate and drop your jaw Chill like Run-DMC...pause My wax rotates across the states like big rig tires Buzz elevates the [?] [Proverb] Concepts fresh their pick dated like it's produce You're the end of the train of my thought Kid your rap name is "Caboose" Never mind these stale chaps, I collect claps like a clinic I hit your system like crack, now my raps are your dependent With the pen and pad some type of unknown juggernaut Proverb the illuminate, can never seem to stop Nor yield to those the flow who can speak a mile a minute You got ate up in one serving and had the nerve to get offended Cause rhymes is stored up Where lyrics and lipids of glucose The unidentified will get fried before the cry "Who goes?" Proverb and LA Symphony on some west coast innovation Pilgrims of the next millennium The true Alien Nation [Scratch Hook]3432 [Verse Two: Cookbook] The night time is enthralling Know The Ledge, I'm never falling And now that Rakim's back we can all fulfill our calling (psyche) Hip hop is evolving, it's revolving around the sun At night the light shines off the moon to show what He has done So, sub the human torch will scorch and light the night on fire The town that we paint red we do with blood from the Messiah Saw Mariah, kicked my game, got dissed and it's embarra**ing Hara**ing Harrison Ford, in the night time praise the Lord Escorted out by bouncers, now let's bounce the norm's informal Conversations are constellations of stars Our congregations abnormal When in Rome do as the Romans When it's night then be nocturnal Another ending evening being a being that's eternal [Pigeon John] Let's round 'em up kid Jet to J-Beits crib and live On the split second time when most close their eyelids Look at us, we all up in the tour bus Running the red lights, defining our whole life One words in my vein (go) Let me get the mic so I can rip it untamed (flow) Little do they know that Pigeon Jiggy's got fame (blow) Unto the wind I begin, they consuming my own flames (slow) And then act like I'm lame [Cookbook] Yeah I went to the derby out on Thursday night With the fly white girl that was out of sight [Pigeon John] I crave nothing but the pace, slick nights Engrave on my tombstone "American Graffiti headlights" [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: Sharlock Poems/Sareem Poems] Spread like rumors, embedded like brain tumors A part of hip hop like fat laces in Pumas Poetic master And for sure I be 'bout it, 'bout it One of my rhymes quoted in The Source, I wouldn't doubt it I got high hopes, steeper than ski slopes That's seen more ups and downs than speed boats Stand before thee In a form of righteous bliss Delivering lyrical body blow that makes shoulders touch like Canibus And to lie this, sequence of six b-boys Rocking round until night fall like Trouble T-Roy With me Guarantee ain't got no pull like Elroy I stand to write like ba** and get the crowd pumped like steroids [Soup The Chemist] Hello Soup The Chemist you know The brother with the ecclesiastic flib flow Elbow out the window Slouched to the left, breath smelling just like clam chowder As I'm screeching out the parking lot of [?] Freestyling to the instrumental off of Flynn's LP Louder Man I do magic like Powder in a room full of doubters Leaving 'em twisted like metaphysics from the rhythm they encounter That took place And the results are You becoming aggravated when you hearing rappers like Ma$e My existence on this earth is to firming occupy a space That supplies relief for your hip hop addiction Like pharmaceutical prescriptions You know, on the real bro What did you expect to happen? When Soup's molecules mix with Adam/atom [Scratch Hook]