Say Goodnight (Dirty)

Premo
 Reks
 Long time coming
 Listen!
 I think they want the new P.E now
 Ice Cube, Nigga With An Attitude now
 They want a dude who's immune to the rules
 Short fuse, aiming at Q, Bishop on the roof now
 They want me to say; Fuck who in the game
 If your the best rapper alive, then Reks insane
 I think Preme's insane, best producer alive
 Me up on his track is like needles to the veins
 Like burners to the brain, suicide chess, playing suicide king
 My aim when I came was to bring back the Gangstarr audio reign
 No longer R-E-K-S, it's R-E-Cocaine
 Y'all on the way out, Reks on the way in
 Eastcoast boom bap, PM to the AM
 Opinion on my rap, delivery propane
 Rhythmatic, eternal king, supreme, remember the name - REKS
 Scrathes by DJ Premier
 Big Pun "Say Goodnight"
 Rakim "Drop the mic you shouldn't be holding it
 This is how it should be done"
 Xzibit "Dropping bows on 'em, I like to catch them
 While they slippin'"
 Big Pun "Say Goodnight"
 Rakim "Drop the mic, you shoudn't be holding it
 This is how it should be done"
 50 Cent "I'm serious man, I'm so sincere"
 Rockabye, pop rapper to sleep, heavenly conscious
 Melodies monstrous, R's one hell of an artist
 Sylibal darksmith, lyrical bars pimp caution
 Beware of close proximity cause conflicts
 Even through all this garbage, nonesense, media sponsers
 I'm gonna spit the raw shit, regardless
 My thoughts in cockpit, steering past and just through the darkness
 While nerds be writing blurbs in office
 I am return of the legendary, duck through the cemetery
 Soul of the ghost in my bones, so I never worry
 UHH, I think they want the new Makaveli
 I can really feel the pains and the strains through my belly
 Hunger gettin' deadly, ain't a killer, don't tempt me
 Fill the booth cuz the youth mental frames on empty
 Opinion on my rap, the flow's ether, the soulseeker
 Born leader, R-E-K-S remember the name
 Yeah, I think I wanna kill Bill O'Riley
 187 G-Dub, peel wheels on dunallis
 Mommy I'm sorry, but when these dudes rap
 I be thinkin that I should pull a Shyne in the party
 Nickel nine in the audience of weak rap shows
 I never needed guns, but as my stress grows
 Need that East-swag back, a new Westcoast
 80 percent of the new South rap shit blows
 Now the Midwest, shinin', respect their grindin'
 But turn up my face, the bullshit rap-whinin'
 UHH, say goodnight to the industry, DJ Premier sentenced me
 To prepare, something lethal for they ears
 So here it is for the people, compare me to no other artist
 I swear no equals, I hear their public opinion
 On my rap, say the future of the game
 Top 10 D.O.A. - Reks, remember the name
 REKS