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
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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.