Art Hosken - Late Night (feat. Sunman) Lyrics

Rising from the back east is the sun attack
Intact to sack, with firepower exact
Arson? a cosmological joke
Extent we talking is making whole planets blow smoke
We provoke regulators like Bitcoin
Seize control of market speculators, we pinpoint
Pussy-ass corrupt manipulators of this joint
The rap game, can't handle us midpoint
Landing with my chopper to pick up the bullet dropper
The neo-morpheus renowned prophet, big shocker
Broke all the glass from skyscrapers at last
Building on the floor, the world-class landmass
Step in the door like im walking through salt flats
Rinse off the shore from the nuclear blast

We late night
Go Sunman
Go Arzar
Go Max Blaze

Forty-five million volt max powa lines
Redesign rhymes, renders improvisation time
Offenders suffer verbal hallucination
Choking on your dream, helpless be the nation
Purple puff leave you white like a geisha
Start it slow, your eyes might get a major glow
Right off the grater, lay you layer for layer
Serve ya jumbo Number 1 rico from Jaume's bistro
Bringing in political madness to the mix
Catalan paladin magnus from the Knicks
Banging pots and bells and bringing back hell
Answer the call, corner shot like Carmel
Laying down the comments hard is how i roll
Here have a mega
Peta, exa, giga lol
I'm in control
Pragmatic, the C commander won't have it
Give me a new flag, a good shag and that's it
No conspiracies, only evidence on deck
All the tech and mech, came from props on the set
Radio waves hit the jet on the frame
I got the gov target locked till the end of the game
Turbulent regimes put airplanes to shame
Would've never have happened without Invader Zane

Coming at you like legend Rice the raider
Arth Vader, precision phonics freighter
Creating greater innovator loops than an aviator invader
Corporate lawyer tax evader
Dropping tonics, with amplified harmonics
We're on this like The four-striper, beat chief advisor
Overseer of the wolf pack, rhapsodic writer
Straight from the lab
Got beats like the fab four
One, two jab, got the hazmat suit for the track
Call the medivac, ain't no room for weak cardiac
Boys who press play and cant rap
Antimatter collision, the perfect balance of vision
The gates, open wide for our mission
The H.A.R.M. crew steps through, master edition
Senseis of Goku, rapping musicians
Make it hard for you, to grasp this addition
But its straight maths, killing tradition