DARK LIGHTS (feat. Wavy Boy Smith)

The Jux – Dark Lights (Lyrics)

Intro

Fly shit

Super charge

Turkish

You’re a madman

I can see the sun at night

Verse 1 (Wavy Boy Smith)

It’s like poetry in motion when I play the block

The shofar parked in a vacant spot

Hopped out looking wavy in chrome hearts and Salehe Crocks

Watch is European, this is Swiss cheese

My pockets full of per diem, we’ve been winning it seems

Told my brother Idris that he’s bound to get an Oscar

I’m digging into Penne Ala Vodka like a mobster

Scheming on high notes I’ve been balling brazzy

Now picture seeing Pele at the opera

I’m in some Rick’s when I step, with Cuban links on my neck

Reporting live from Hell’s Kitchen now I think I’m the chef

Me & the RZA connect

Plus Bitches say I’ve got the rizz so they savour every drip of my sweat

Meditating I’ve been learning from the Sharman

Bout the jargon in the teachings of the serpent in the garden

Your burdened if your starving, me I want a billy bitch

Richard Mille rich and I’m a purchase it in carbon

Turkish grabbed the Gortex, he’s on some fly shit

Me I copped the Avirex from Franklyn down in Shoreditch

But shit I might bring back Nicholson’s

I’m blinding with the shining cos I’ve been Jack Nicholson, and here’s Jonny

My chain bright, getting brain I’m on a late flight

These are great hights, but I made her conquer stage fright

Diamonds in my Cattier frames well there in plain sight

Landed in Lisbon and back to England on the same night

Silk Versace shirt and its wrinkled, I’ve been pimping its simple

You’re a simp, your bitch don’t even do your pimples

(You n***z need to exfoliate more) (Keep It Going) (On God)

I keep my goblet golden just for status

The wave lord I navigate the oceans with Polaris

But those are just my habits when stars loom

You find me in a Hermes sweater looking sharp as a harpoon, cold.

Chorus

X2

Love ain’t a luxury of war

Trust plagues the ones that we ador

At a red-carpet entrance, and I just spilt my Malbec

Blood stains the coliseum floors

Verse 2 (Lex Amor)

On again, gone again

Foraging opulent

Lord forgive me but your pickney found a lot of things

In the glitter bitter colds erode with confidence

I think I’ve had enough of them

Honest, and from the source

I’ve been tryna find a lucky end

Good lord can report only from my head

Blue sky summarised I’m blessed

I dreamt so long I went and made…

I went and made… I went and…

I went and made myself a prophetess

Think I mean that I saw it again

After first seeing it in my head

I knew I wouldn’t stay here muttering

Honest and from the source

Praise the Lord run it back again

Couple on pause but no disrespect

Didn’t come here to keep making mess

I’m in check before the sun ah dead

Chargie, back it please

Honestly I must laugh here

Embarrass me with all of these gifts Lord please

Blue sky summarised I’m me

Run it back before the guarantee, Lex.

Chorus

X2

Love ain’t a luxury of war

Trust plagues the ones that we ador

At a red-carpet entrance, and I just spilt my Malbec

Blood stains the coliseum floors