DESCRIPTION:
The title track from 2008 album The Night of Day by The Ritz, a collaboration between rapper Apoc and producer Rel available for download here:
bandcamp - http://apoc.bandcamp.com/album/the-night-of-day
itunes - https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the-night-of-day/id287822754

LYRICS:
ESTABLISHING SHOT: raindrops make the awning buckle on the corner shop/ sewer steam muffles tawdry bustle of the city block/ puddles dot the pathway, pedestrians stop, go/ urban ebb n flow, emerge our hero/ grey suit rustled, lowers hat: cascading cataract/ makes moves subtle, passing headlights cast a shadow black/ saddlebag slung over his shoulder, we see his hand rise/ CUT TO CLOSE-UP: flames flicker in the man’s eyes/ PAN RIGHT as he pulls away a metal white n tan pipe/ scans sight, squints eyes as he skims the scant light/ a tramp’s flight, timely CUT NINETY: finally finding/ what his eyes see; tires sliding, headlights slightly blinding/ not minding, our soaked subject saunters into vision/ christened by continuous drizzle as it hits him/ head swivelin’, smitten with the vermin n the victims/ eyes fixin’ sprintin’ vixen, sky’s spittin’, pissin’, thickens/ guy’s mission mixed in miss’s, CUT TO: thugs in front of club/ up runs the dame he’s chasin’, racin’, face is drained of all its blood/ SHOT TIGHTENS right into the frightened face of fair femme/ suddenly a soft smile distracts from where her stare’s been/ PULL BACK to see the thugs ugly mugs between the door n her/ safe to say these suits have sent a slue of sleuths to coroners/ she slides by wide-eyed, thighs glide with steady strut/ the guys sigh, high-five, eyes on stridin’ betty’s butt/ ready, CUT TO: cam of man, PANNIN’ CLOSE with his approach/ action slows n panic rose, spots the hoods n couldn’t cope/ JUXTAPOSED CUTS OF CLOSE-UPS of two dudes with swoll’ guts/ n the one whose hat can’t hide the fact that he’s had more than a cold hunch/ MID-SHOT as the kid hops quick into the darkness/ LOW ANGLE with his face in sight as he lights his pipe n sparks spit/ harsh hit(cough), wish he hold heat/ smart kid, lost, switch P-O-V/ n he don’t see the dame, just the henchmen mentioned/ one restin’, others flexin’, no eyes in his direction/ the goon stretchin’s jacket’s cracked, reveals the steel he packs/ P-O-V BACK TO LOW N A SLOW FADE TO BLACK

FADE IN: still waitin’, must’ve dozed off/ face spins, still rainin’, brush his clothes off/ puff of dro(cough), gun shot rings so soft/ POINT OF VIEW SKEWED as the two dudes hold off/ second shot knocks, glocks cocked n they dash in/ BACK TO MID-LOW as the kid shows a fast grin/ CAM PANS PAST HIM: alley’s filled with footsteps/ shame the dame’s tracks splash mud up on her good dress/ goodness! falls into frame, face strained n frantic/ man’s granite, pulls her from her panic like he planned it/ CUT NINETY MID-PANNIN’: man n dame’s aim’s plain/ hands’ raised, damn crazed, wavin’ wanes as the cab came/ hardly slows, he’s shoutin’ “go’s”, flings the femme n then follows/ TIGHT SHOT: the treads roll on wet road then get a hold/ next ya’ know, THE CAM CUTS TO: the couple in the cab’s gut/ dame’s sobbin’, FRAME’S BOBBIN’, blamin’ god n bad luck/ eyes rollin’, sighs, holdin’ up the girl the guy’s stolen/ despite knowin’, the guy lets the girl get the lies goin’/ thigh’s showin’, rides astride his side, why try scoldin’?/ dry, swollen eyes wide open like their size growin’/ mighty bold n mighty broken, pokin’, proddin’ for the truth/ ‘stead gets fed the same excuse, useless ruse n “I love yous”/ senseless, sentenced to an excess of exes/ calls the cab curbed, cost questioned n he exits/ next it’s MID-SHOT: the kid’s got the door closin’/ frozen in the spot he’s dropped, stop the cab’s chosen/ as the rain drops, THE CAMERA CUTS UP TO A CRANE SHOT, PULL BACK TO SEE: the sewer steam risin’ from the same block