Louis Logic, Snuffi, Brock Human - Mischief Nite lyrics
[Louis Logic, Snuffi, Brock Human - Mischief Nite lyrics]
We better get back, cause it'll be dark soon
And they mostly come at night, mostly
Uh, tonight's the night
Media 101 meets Louis Logic
Nod your head to this
Yo, yo, no doubt we pushing out
Jewels like gold bonds
Feel the force of my tools
My best advice: stand aside
Tension is high when mischief
Night be my passion causing disturbance
With no excuses for my action
I'm on a bender from the
Last time we did this
And if I keep it up I'll
Be on everybody's shit list
My damage done from sunset 'til sunrise
Then I grab a forty to
Clean sleep out my eyes
But realize, I explain the terms loosely
Then carry my share of weight
For Logic and LuceLeif
Nothing but a troubled
Misfit who's double-fisting
By the time we're done, all of y'all
This is mischief night
We down to drink a fifth tonight
Up in the bar, and start picking fights
'Cause when it's all said and done
It's always spliffs to light
So let 'em front
This is better than the shit you write
Boy, this is mischief night
We down to drink a fifth tonight
Up in the bar, and start picking fights
'Cause when it's all said and done
It's always spliffs to light
So let 'em front
This is better than the shit you write
With Logic on the squad
Way too much to handle
Appetite to battle mics
Leave the stage in shambles
When I flip shit
I'm equipped with verbal ammo
Making kids scramble
Every word is like an arrow
When I flip rhymes, and this time
You the target
You can't step to us, we the smartest
The truest artists should've known better
But, you're probably too retarded
Got the missile out, leaving your dome busted
Some peeps hate the dark but us, yo
We love it
God bless my sixth sense to invent
A means to spend my sixpence
On nudie flicks and pitch tents
I'm too hard on my lungs
But still get my fumar on drunk
'Til they resemble two charred chunks
Running the rat race, if you want lumps
There's a fat chance you can get a fat face
Keep your dirty mitts off my beer cans
Cigarettes and ashtrays
That way fair is fair, and I'm prepared
To spare you from a foot
Lost in your derriere
We're the seedier version of the media
I love to tell the truth but lying's easier
Feed the beat anemia
I'm a professional charlatan
Arguing in favor of alcohol and Parliaments
My only armaments for fighting off sobriety
This is mischief night
The law doesn't apply to me
Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh uh, yo
This is Louis Logic, your co-host
With my man LuceLeif my man Snuff, Media 101
You know what I mean? This is mischief night
Leaving flaming bags of shit
On your front porch
And break your windows, and the whole nine
And the whole nine
And they mostly come at night, mostly
Uh, tonight's the night
Media 101 meets Louis Logic
Nod your head to this
Yo, yo, no doubt we pushing out
Jewels like gold bonds
Feel the force of my tools
My best advice: stand aside
Tension is high when mischief
Night be my passion causing disturbance
With no excuses for my action
I'm on a bender from the
Last time we did this
And if I keep it up I'll
Be on everybody's shit list
My damage done from sunset 'til sunrise
Then I grab a forty to
Clean sleep out my eyes
But realize, I explain the terms loosely
Then carry my share of weight
For Logic and LuceLeif
Nothing but a troubled
Misfit who's double-fisting
By the time we're done, all of y'all
This is mischief night
We down to drink a fifth tonight
Up in the bar, and start picking fights
'Cause when it's all said and done
It's always spliffs to light
So let 'em front
This is better than the shit you write
Boy, this is mischief night
We down to drink a fifth tonight
Up in the bar, and start picking fights
'Cause when it's all said and done
It's always spliffs to light
So let 'em front
This is better than the shit you write
With Logic on the squad
Way too much to handle
Appetite to battle mics
Leave the stage in shambles
When I flip shit
I'm equipped with verbal ammo
Making kids scramble
Every word is like an arrow
When I flip rhymes, and this time
You the target
You can't step to us, we the smartest
The truest artists should've known better
But, you're probably too retarded
Got the missile out, leaving your dome busted
Some peeps hate the dark but us, yo
We love it
God bless my sixth sense to invent
A means to spend my sixpence
On nudie flicks and pitch tents
I'm too hard on my lungs
But still get my fumar on drunk
'Til they resemble two charred chunks
Running the rat race, if you want lumps
There's a fat chance you can get a fat face
Keep your dirty mitts off my beer cans
Cigarettes and ashtrays
That way fair is fair, and I'm prepared
To spare you from a foot
Lost in your derriere
We're the seedier version of the media
I love to tell the truth but lying's easier
Feed the beat anemia
I'm a professional charlatan
Arguing in favor of alcohol and Parliaments
My only armaments for fighting off sobriety
This is mischief night
The law doesn't apply to me
Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh uh, yo
This is Louis Logic, your co-host
With my man LuceLeif my man Snuff, Media 101
You know what I mean? This is mischief night
Leaving flaming bags of shit
On your front porch
And break your windows, and the whole nine
And the whole nine