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Midnight Creep Vol. 2

by Dialekt

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Verse: In a place of chaos corruption and devilish vice Treacherous hustlers gamble their lives with dice Home to vile musky days and freezing cold nights Where the weak close eyes devoured has they hold tight The tenacious strive to fend for themselves On a dark path of the shadows of the frail In the same grim alleys where saints fall from grace Satan and his minions hatred gain strength As cries of the suffering echo through the obscurity Heard only by putrid vermin and lost souls of impurity Temptations and cheap thrills lead the mislead begging for redemption Scorned by the wrath of fire and brimstones’ deception As the midnight hour approaches Red Eyes pierce the darkness like metal to corrosion The jaded King smokes from his chalice as he sits at his throne While some may call this place hell/ Dialekt calls it home 16
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Bridge: We got that weed up here/shit is deep up here Temp stays way below freeze up here Ain’t no sleep up here we on our creep up here Scrambling just for something to eat up here Ain’t no Peace up here with the Beast up here You could get shot by police up here Kick your feet up here get your re-up here OG’s stay stacking up G’z up / yeeeeah!!! 8 Verse II: Real City don’t pump brakes we hit the gas Speeding down strip no license picture that Letting the rhythm blast tipping my liquor back Trying not to crash make it home with the whip intact Chasing bigger stacks fast while the pigs harass Trash talk side tracked by this chicken’s ass Mac like fritz the cat/ time to get the math Had to recap in the rearview / it’s a rap Hour glass figure mirror cupping her booty She draped up Prada/ Louis/ lenses Gucci Mommy unruly/ truly she was out of a movie Name’s Chad Game to holla’s my duty Took a puff from the doobie/ busted a U-wee/ untucking my jewelry Cutting traffic so sue me as I brushed the ash off my Coogie Cool Breeze slayed the dragon like Bruce lee Hour later fatty banging cutie in the back of the hooptie Let’s ride 16
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Bridge: Ashes to Ashes dust to dust Spark up an L for breakfast and a blunt for lunch Walk dragging my nuts/ pants sagging so what Counting tax free cash still stacking up 4 Verse I: Running these streets ain’t nothing for free Somehow a 9 to 5 just wasn’t for me If I planned to survive I needed something to eat So I copped myself a hustle and I stuck with my peeps Please! I ain’t breathing right cursed by sleepless nights Grandma praying for me hoping I see the light Knowledge is key strife that’s why I read and write So all you non-descript PhD’s need a life Wanting my noggin touched ‘cause your momma love Was probably busy blessing me when you called her up Rough I toss it up then I spark a Dutch Inhale deep eyes blood never coughing up Crept from bottom up/ Cheers! Bottoms up! Until I’m outta luck (sheyiiiiit) the world’s not enough Shy and Diggy Di on the rise bossing up What! We gon’ keep it live ‘til our coffins shut 16 Verse II: I flip digits/ done did it in one pivot This slum living gotta go hard and come with it Apes run districts dog/ we an army Where I’m at you either pimp/ hustle hard or zombie Some are all three walk around half dead Other names get mentioned in past tense If you got knocked bid and get home safe It is what it is Mount Rizzy’s still home base Without a trace I’ve been trapped in this winter cage Instead of touring states live front and center stage On an average day get down Cassius Clay Knocking MC’s out… the old fashion way They talk slick but get cautious on their way home I’ll set up some shit you settle over pay phones My home slang will rival your sense/ the target is set You know you’re in some shit if I start talking in French! WHAT!!! 16
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Verse I: While y’all rolled in Benz’ I blessed the izm Questioned the system y’all can say I invested in wisdom Went from boy to man/ still in the booth Sent of Sativa all in his roots/ the kid is the truth Flow feeling the proof/ Snow filling his boots Still rolls with ignant goons willing to shoot Want beef bring the livestock/ this is my block You ain’t Pac you won’t get up after five shots Bastard in baggy jeans and hi-tops Bagging greens/ eyes red like Cyclops Eye drops & Visine/ the Red Eye B’s kryptonite My brain is sick/ shit I ain’t living right So when I spit I empty the clip Give you the full sixteen and each one gon hit Inflict the nod factor/ fraud rapper jaw tapper Leaving y’all open with a bar like car jackers Pussy clots rocking long stockings rhyming off topic Searching for their manhood in the cipher like John Bobbitt C’mon stop it/ quit ridding my saddle ‘Cause your boss went from bull to rat like Sammy Gravano 20
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Dip Down 06:16
Bridge: May not feel me but your shorty would love to Its ‘em DimZ Boys never know what we up to No guest list/ line up jump in and cut through Bouncer’s like fuck you well he’s getting rushed too 4 Verse I: Well if you got it like that and you’re strapped for war That funny chap macking your broad/ crack his jaw It’s the D- I- alekt and I’m back for more Making sure ladies gents go back and forth Hoodlums on a wrong path get crunk and haul ass Hood rats creep low like they need a hall pass Blast your dress code with my Tims and ball cap Spitting all night like I finished the wrong glass All that - raw rap recipe lyrics Still gets more claps then STD clinics Best if we did it/ blessed if we in it Yes it’s weed scented in less than three minutes Up and Downing shots past the speed limit No matter where I’m at I was last seen pimping Promiscuous bitches sweating these digits So I holla at my mistress to tag team chickens 16 Hook: Honey shake your boom boom now Wine it side to side Dip Down/ Dip Down 4 Verse II: You were hot for a minute but it came and went We the real deal partner/ the main event Since my man tapped your girl your dame pretends Like she still loves your ass and it pains her friends Then - again all players sex the same whores Put your drink up even if it ain’t yours Pause- don’t get offended this is intended For the honeys who came here for some sexing Already got a man at home for love and affection Wanna get their crunk on rubbing and sweating Bouncing their backyard court is in session So In less than a second I was ordering seconds I can see it in her eyes I’m the thug she checking Grinding in the club like we’re alone and naked DimZ’ in the zone posted up by the exit And the DJ’s my man he gon’ pull up the record It’s hectic – I had to switch plans Shit fam she had my third leg looking like a kick stand And I ain’t leaving the jam with split pants But before I had the time to explain the bitch ran – damn! 20 Verse III: This one’s for the players hitting skins with no ends All welfare recipients and dro heads If you hit it on the reg/ don’t own a pearl Benz Raise the drink shorty bought and take home her girlfriend Oooh we got a movement too of ruthless crews Known to play the block like a rubrics cube True Quebecers get crunk ‘til they collapse in seizure Gold diggers playing ballers maxing out their Visa He’s a diva pleaser never no skeezer Find those on a nickel in the home of the beaver Got hits out the park/ leaping over your bleachers C-A-Nada keep it locked we taking over your speakers- Now! 12
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Verse I: Still that dubious doobie puffing dude you grew up with Coochie crushing lushes accustomed to groupie loving ‘til I bumped in this boogie dusted moody interruption Rudely shoving/ bluffing like I won’t do him nothing Blunted smile on my face I know something he doesn’t Like how to stack hundreds run game in abundance Let me to introduce some of the troop that I run with Goonies with hoodies clutching pullies fully adjusted Judging by his flash his cash is newly discovered Truly disgusting how these newbie stoolies stay fronting See this fool would love it just to see me get thugging Throw down handle business act unruly in public While I stick to my budget like fuck it flipping my ducats When I spit doesn’t it makes you sick to your stomach Rather see me gripping crutches then reaching the summit But there ain’t nothing that gon’ stop me from keeping it coming 16 Verse III: When I was stealing from shops killing the clock With a chill ditty bop real dealers adopt Taught to chop Oz’s ‘cause I’d build with of a lot Of OG’s who showed me to cop meals off the block Back when zip locks of piff stock got filled to the top Big shots got snuffed quick with steal to their knot Buck fifth their grill with an ox ruff shit drilling my thoughts It’s real in the field my innocence stopped Like fuck a record deal kept deals concealed in my socks Peel was the spot handing drops/ peel off with gwop ‘til my bitch made opposition had to squeal to the cops Had me itching to kill but I know this will when it drops 12
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Strange Love 03:24
Hook: Eh! Baby girl I need to holla/ Wassup? Read it in your face lately/ you’ve been acting strange love Maybe there’s someone else or I should step my game up Either way I ain’t been the same since the break up 4 Verse I: From the moment we were introduced gravity hit My next question was about to be: “Would you marry me miss?” You said my words razor sharp / I should write you a hit Breaks my heart to know now it had to be this You were my partner in crime/ bonnie and Clyde Never needed to speak/ we read each other’s mind So to wait for this convo is something I dreaded Knew everything you’d say before you even said it And moved on/ after you moved around the way Hurts to walk by your house now every day Analyzing what could’ve changed or what I would say Or would I still have too much pride to beg you to stay Scared of what I would I do if I ever saw the day You with a next dude/ arms tied around his waste Would I act fool/ see if he had the heart play Or turn around head down and just walk away I’d probably freeze up and stare from a distance Imagining myself in dude’s shoes for an instant So I could hold you/ feel your warmth and kisses Reminiscing ‘bout the times we shared and how much I miss ‘em Should’ve listened when you gave me advice Too late to pay attention I paid the ultimate price I was blind to your wisdom ignored the signs given Now I’m all alone and all I want’s to be forgiven 24
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NME 04:36
Hook: Know your NME’s watch how they move What cha gonna do when they drive by you “There’s war going on outside” “Dig it – but you gotta be hardcore to get with it. Know your NME’s watch how they move What cha gonna do when they drive by you “There’s war going on outside” “It’s the street life baby, you wouldn’t understand” Verse: I knew this alley cat/ Matty Matt left his habitat With fresh jay's prescription shades for cataracts Always rocked a fanny pack/ where he stashed the cavi at Hustled night and day 'til he afforded to cop a Cadillac Around here you could say he’s sort of the man Chopping quarters and grams clocking orders and scrammed Courts ordered a warrant kept low on the lam Matty's nearsighted couldn't see his fall’s at hand Damn got knocked a couple days later on the grind Facing such a long bid he couldn't count the time Folded under pressure coped a deal/ started dropping dimes If the block knew! He avoided Fed time it's bed time Deadlines paranoia raced through his fickle mind Traded in his littles shines to buy a nickel nine Walking late night heart pounding like a baseline Knowing the truth trickled down through the grapevine Still he didn't trip he was back on the strip/ handled his biz Planed to get rich making grands hand over fist Re-up in the city/ push it out in the sticks Shit to this kid chopping weight was a cinch Quick to flash his chips like he couldn't get hit His life's been a guilt trip since the moment he snitched Wolves on the street though can smell it when you're rotten Them boys Matty ratted out were gone but not forgotten His rivals started plotting stalking his every move Patiently waiting to catch Matty slipping on the rules Ooh! One late afternoon on the avenue Matty came through with a six pack/ had to laugh at dude Bragging about his best lay claimed he made a sex tape When he heard tires screeching saw death's face And a voice say "remember me Matt - let's play" Then he caught 4 shots to his chest plate/ checkmate
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Verse III: When you see me soldier salute/ blaze that L I get weight off my shoulders when I’m raising hell No sacrifice no victory parasites are history I spit a killing spree off the top like guillotines Feeling me? And if not I drop the laymen terms Stepping in my cipher catch a death sentence case adjourned I got their face concerned every time I spray a verse Knowing I spit sick/ docs couldn’t trace the germ Yeah I make it burn stashed in a sacred earn Should’ve stayed in church want my place say the word ‘til then learn to get in line and wait your turn Do more then play the curb if you wanna make it work All you fakes get herbed the problem is this Y’all stay falling off like a bottomless pit Lacking common knowledge and wit/ dollars and cents Wanna shine swallow your pride and follow the kid 16
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Verse II: Sick with the flow iller with the stainless Haters playing me close hoping it’s contagious Do me no favors bragging when it ain’t happen Popping off the top like a shot to your brain matter Slay rappers who play savage with lame chatter Vain bastard gained status walked with his pants sagging Looking insane laughing rocking a strait jacket Came with the same madness and left with the game mastered Time to rally troops grind with alley goons Who pass the rock off the boards like an alley-oop Rap phenomenon don’t BS me Mr. Game no PS3 the octagon GSP Slang corners in fast forward too quick for your camcorder Bag quarters on the hush/ gag order Real city murder mass manslaughter/ Who bang harder? Term and Diggy Di with metaphors you aint thought of 16 Verse III: Cheddar getter forever clever leave vendettas severed Never question method vengeance is a better measure Dialekt seven letters repping from the seventh heaven You’ll never get it so get to stepping or get a reverend Bat out of hell so you know where I came from Walk with the dead snatching souls like I’m Shang Tsung Fire breathing slang tongue word to the relic that cursed me From day one had you begging for mercy Think quick/ Killer instinct combo breaker Left you smiling ear to ear with a Tanto razor Buck 50 nah that’s more like 300 My advice is fall back keep running War drums sounding like animals stomping Land in a coffin stepping in this cannibal gauntlet Stamina awesome/ push weight strength of Adonis If dollars make sense then these cents make commas 16
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Verse I: These frauds running rampant/ so static’s force of habit Stars get established with an automatic market status Quick to package a gimmick image and call it rapping When all that happens is they get served as target practice I brought relief to the game like bail papers Trail blazer hit / the nail on the head like HellRaiser Watching foes trying to match numbers like dominoes You ain’t the one I’d Bite my tongue and piss hotter flows Only time you spit sick is when you got a cold, gotta go When this mic is on ayo it’s lock and load Top notch immune to cock blocks and obstacles My Optimos get the spot hot like cop patrol We on a roll on the road to success Whoever said you was cold broke the mold after this You ain’t ever heard no ish quite like him The kid’s so precise he could spit and strike lightening I’m icing these Mike Tyson’s with a license to fight titans My advice is/ fall back/ ain’t concerned with your crisis Like who’s the nicest on the avenue/ Keep your gratitude I rep it lovely from the 49th latitude The bastard’s rude/ Pass the boom If you don’t believe me ask Craig about my attitude 24 Verse II: Shit I been a menace like Denis burning my bridges Earned my digits in the trenches serving the spinach Battles u claiming u winning/u ain’t even in em Clicking with the best in business don’t ever forget it Even your peeps can admit it we some beast with the lyrics Discreetly keep a spliff in the crease of my fitted Out in Queens smoking Sen-C with Craig G in the Benzy Haters envy/ got the streets in a frenzy… Look! You know the deal homie get dapped from real OG, Your boy’s ill with skills and he’s still low key 8
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Verse I: Spoke with no apology dro was always quality Broccoli rolled properly zoning off their philosophy OG’s Acknowledged me basically father me Logically it didn’t bother this gotta be my prophecy Hustlers on the corners fronting like they won the lottery Got caged for a Nick of the Rock/ Sean Connery ‘Stead of looking fly plan to invest and buy property Now I’m on a shopping spree playing crooked monopoly Mamma jocking me/ given out brains like a lobotomy That gimmick and hypocrisy shit wasn’t hip hop to me Back when posted by the Pz chopping collie greens Surrounded by zombies and fiends like its Halloween Hit the battle scene with nothing to lose My man Ruck took me in put me up on the rules Rumbled through the jungle as a modern day Sun Tzu Son you with the 1-2 brass knuckle kung fu This young dude would run through your bum crew For fun too made some dumb moves yeah mistakes I couldn’t undo Forgot to mention on my ascension got arrested Caught a sentence had to deal with consequences Intentions got defensive/ had to question my incentive To stop is sensless when you’re on the run hopping fences Walked the trenches clocking seconds with thoughts of vengeance Y’all know I’m the truth on the mic so count your blessings 24 Hook: These are the days of my life Blood/ sweat and tears fill the pages I write For those who (are) still here and my peeps on ice Pain/ sacrifice/ love/ life/ sleepless nights 4
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Mixed by DJ Manifest "Midnight Creep Volume 2" is the 3rd and final installment of the "Midnight Creep Trilogy". This is a horror movie for the blind. Loaded with legendary guest appearances, refined penmanship laced over new age beats with a Boom Bap twist.

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released May 7, 2015

Executive Producer: Chad Game
All Tracks Mixed by Soke
All Tracks Mastered by Mocy for Accapella Studio
Photography by Vlad and Redy at Red Clone
Cover Art Work: Lukasz Bober
Layout: Freak Stewart for 15-23

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Dialekt Montreal, Québec

Born Chad Game, this bilingual French Canadian lyricist has maintained an infamous reputation in Montreal since the early 2000’s. Known for his uncanny charisma and vast dexterity with words combined with haymaker punchlines and astute observations. Dialekt’s skills have proven to be quite sharp from street corner ciphers to live battles and performances on stages across Canada.

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