[Intro: Rackham — male spoken] Yo, this is Rackham, Stilt Skin got me up late… So— [Female vocal — soft, airy] Late at night… Late at ni-i-ight… [Verse 1: Rackham — male rap] Late at night, I sit and write, Till the world feels right, ’cause I got too much testosterone, Angry, and my mind is full. Grab the pen and pad—“CRACK!” Back to pissed off ’cause my pencil broke. Inner anger released on unsuspecting strangers. I try to change the station, Strategic language, fables in my words— A way to hide the anguish. Tap-dance on tightropes, And tongue-tie these so-dumb guys, Just in jest to get the weight off my chest; The form it takes, it comes in jokes. Embrace the but, ingest the smoke, Suck the sound out the air. Eyes glazed, I’m unfazed— I turn green fast, pop flares, Surround the scene in mist. Switch flipped, random acts of damage, Quick ninja vanishes—(Poof!) To the land of my imagination, Creep ashore, I’m planting the flag: S.S. KNUCKLEHEAD! [Female refrain — high, haunting; trailing echo] Late at night… Late at ni-i-ight… Late at night… [Verse 2: Rackham — male rap] Blunts already rolled, The tear gas resembles scented smoke; I’m a Nakachampa ghost. Órale, mi hombre, Welcome to mi casa, No problema, it’s de nada. Round here, we say, “Welcome aboard.” Now so on… blasé and yada yada. And all our friends are woke, Yours are leaky— Broken water seals, busted garden hose. Withered words that alter deals; I used to trust and toast. They think I talk too much, I know I say a lot and boast, But I never got to say goodbye To the friends that meant the most. [Female refrain — tender, distant; drums soften] Late at night… Late at ni-i-ight… [Verse 3: Rackham — restrained male rap] Set the sail and check the rope, Suicide left beside a hefty roach, Left on a ripped-up note. The scribble reads… “Sorry for Being a day late and a dollar short, I always miss the boat. Fuck the past and what I wrote, And forget all that I have said before.” Now it’s angelic assault, Walk around amongst all these dead adults. Flat tire, crick in my wheel, ace in my rims, Riding hard on seven spokes. I never know which direction I am headed for; Life moves fast, regrets and fear infest the soul. Well protected but shot down— I guess my vest is broke. Head of the class, but learn my lessons slow, Still fuck with sexy hoes. I dress the part that sets the tone, Bluffing with the cards I hold. Never signed up, but still the best in show. [Female refrain — layered falsetto; beat builds] Late at night… Late at night… Late at ni-i-i-ight… [Verse 4: Rackham — forceful male rap] Kill the whole beat, Don’t give a fuck who’s next to flow. Renegade… come and try to tell me no. Do you concur? I conquered the world in expert mode. The game is fucked from head to toe, Cock back and let it go. Drop the mic and use these speakers as a stepping stone, Best records and high scores are broke, Extraterrestrial phoning home. I’m under distress, a hundred percent, Ready for war, at your neck, Plotting to take the throne By letting the cannons blow—(BOOM!) Slow rise to the top like abandoned balloons, The Bad Foot Bandits ride at noon. Turn my back to the dusty saloon, Present the opposition a proposition: Ten paces and spin. One shot for the money, then two to remove, The inner demons smell fear in the room And in the taste of wind. Higher, elevated, Stand strong on the earth as I’m ever more hated. [Female refrain — soaring, sustained] Late at night… Late at ni-i-ight… Late at night… [Verse 5: Rackham — male rap] Shine, shimmer, and glam, Invoke the masses and devastate the nation. Unfold my master plan on these foolish bastards, Milk it for all it’s worth. Silk pants and an ironed shirt, The pen hits hard, but still the iron hurts. Spilt blood turns blue to red and bursts, Get you laid in a tux and fit for your hearse. I’m the worst you heard— Such a beautiful thing, To have this gift in a curse. Fuzzy Bad Foot, The kid who just put his best foot second, Came out the game with a crooked limp And a specific look. Mom, the babysitter’s dead, So put the dishes in the books. [Outro: female only — breathy falsetto, fading echoes] Late at night… Late at ni-i-ight… Late… at… night…
