The Nocturnal Is In The House lyrics

4:20) (A. Cordes)

Ay... yo, this is the PM steppin` to the AM. Flippin` mad styles
when i prophesize the mayhems, catchin` wreck. I`m blowin` up like
TNT. I`m gettin` filthy, nasty as LSD. I`ll make you insane, crazy,
ill, flip, jiggle up and down. Like House Of Pain, you`ll wanna
jump around. And all that tryin` to fade me, I think you hit wrong.
PM Dawn got it goin` on. So vacate or create a fake state of mind.
The new Czar, I`m Bizarre and too far to find. Are you ready for
the flava, I ain`t your sucker, baby, don`t front. I`m hazardous
like Bo, Luke and Daisy. I`m burnin` up son, I think I go the
fever. Don`t believe the hype `cause if you do it might deceive ya.
The Nocturnal`s filled causing me to spill. Chins hit the floor
`cause I flaunts mad skills when... (Chorus) The Nocturnal is in
the house. (Repeat 8 times). So take the reason out the spill and
beam yourself to this. Prince likes to flip so you better catch it
quick. I never slack, I`m intact, fade the quarterbacks. Where`s
the new jack, the new act, the me act, the you act. The reaction,
no, I`m not the one. Playin` `rushin`` roulette with all the
bullets in the gun. The ego, the frame, remain unemployed. But they
screamin` at me, they wanna be my freakazoid. So PM Dawn, the
center of envy. `Cause who`d ya know that wasn`t singing` baby you
send me. Here, there, Mr. Man you`re everywhere. The overweight
lover with the dreads in his hair. Once, twice, three times you
missed it. Prince Be`s gone, either that or blissed-ed. So they
wanna know just what this flower`s about. One, two, check it out...
(Chorus) So keep talkin` tough, you`ll know soon enough. That all
that stuff leaves your soul in the dust. So prior to my coming
aloose and becoming a recluse, I`m spreading that Nocturnal juice.
Hungry hungry hypocrites all upon my tip. Atomic dogs with a bone
and a stick. Playin` it cool puts the fuse to the match. But I
ain`t tryin` to hear none of that. That`s why... (Repeat Chorus,
adlib.