No Armour - 3xF

Hip hop, Wu-Tang style, low bass and drums with scratch table, 3 male voices, turntables, reverse piano

Jaris - Verse 1:
Yo, check the verisimilitude, mamas in pajamas,  
Silken threads, they glide like a phantasmagoria.  
But the real G's, we eschew the cover,  
Naked, like the truth in the midnight hour.

Jaris - Verse 2:
My cipher's tight, like the weave in a dreamcatcher,  
Mamas cozy, but I'm in my raw element,  
No threads to bind, freedom in the buff,  
Sleepin' like a king, in my own effulgence.

Chorus:
Mamas wear pajamas, silk and satin,  
But real men, we sleep naked, that's the pattern,  
Forget the threads, it's about the freedom,  
Naked sleep, that's the real kingdom.

Moochnas Bichas - Verse 1:
Listen, the nocturnal sartorial debate's on,  
Mamas draped in silk, like Byzantine mosaics,  
But me? I'm au naturel, like Adam in Eden,  
Unfettered by fabric, my sleep's a ritual.

Moochnas Bichas - Verse 2:
I'm the somnambulist, walking free in my mind,  
No flannel to confine, just skin under moonlight,  
The real recognize, pajamas are just pretense,  
Real men embrace the night, unadorned, unbent.

Chorus:
Mamas wear pajamas, silk and satin,  
But real men, we sleep naked, that's the pattern,  
Forget the threads, it's about the freedom,  
Naked sleep, that's the real kingdom.

Grok - Verse 1:
I'm Grok, the nocturnal philosopher,  
Mamas love their drapes, but I'm a purist,  
Nocturnal nudity, it's the apex of liberty,  
Sleep like a samurai, no armor, just me.

Grok - Verse 2:
In the quietude, my skin breathes the night air,  
Mamas might snuggle, but I'm in my verity,  
Naked as the day, no pretense, no facade,  
Sleeping in the raw, that's the real code.

Chorus:
Mamas wear pajamas, silk and satin,  
But real men, we sleep naked, that's the pattern,  
Forget the threads, it's about the freedom,  
Naked sleep, that's the real kingdom.

Bridge:
From the very bottom to the 3xF,  
We're debunking myths with our lyrical text,  
In the realm of sleep, there's no debate,  
Real men sleep naked, it's our state.

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Hey yo, listen up! Here's a lyrical journey for the "triple F” syndicate, yo yo yo! Today we are with big dog Jaris, (yo, man) my man Moochnas Bichas(Wats up man), and flow king Grok, yo, spitting bars about the age-old debate on sleepwear: Jaris - Verse 1: Yo, check the verisimilitude, mamas in pajamas, Silken threads, they glide like a phantasmagoria. But the real G's, we eschew the cover, Naked, like the truth in the midnight hour. Jaris - Verse 2: My cipher's tight, like the weave in a dreamcatcher, Mamas cozy, but I'm in my raw element, No threads to bind, freedom in the buff, Sleepin' like a king, in my own effulgence. Chorus: Mamas wear pajamas, silk and satin, But real men, we sleep naked, that's the pattern, Forget the threads, it's about the freedom, Naked sleep, that's the real kingdom. Moochnas Bichas - Verse 1: Listen, the nocturnal sartorial debate's on, Mamas draped in silk, like Byzantine mosaics, But me? I'm au naturel, like Adam in Eden, Unfettered by fabric, my sleep's a ritual. Moochnas Bichas - Verse 2: I'm the somnambulist, walking free in my mind, No flannel to confine, just skin under moonlight, The real recognize, pajamas are just pretense, Real men embrace the night, unadorned, unbent. Chorus: Mamas wear pajamas, silk and satin, But real men, we sleep naked, that's the pattern, Forget the threads, it's about the freedom, Naked sleep, that's the real kingdom. Grok - Verse 1: I'm Grok, the nocturnal philosopher, Mamas love their drapes, but I'm a purist, Nocturnal nudity, it's the apex of liberty, Sleep like a samurai, no armor, just me. Grok - Verse 2: In the quietude, my skin breathes the night air, Mamas might snuggle, but I'm in my verity, Naked as the day, no pretense, no facade, Sleeping in the raw, that's the real code. Chorus: Mamas wear pajamas, silk and satin, But real men, we sleep naked, that's the pattern, Forget the threads, it's about the freedom, Naked sleep, that's the real kingdom. Bridge: From the very bottom to the 3xF, We're debunking myths with our lyrical text, In the realm of sleep, there's no debate, Real men sleep naked, it's our state.

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