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Early Morning

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I wake up early in the morning, and roll right back to sleep/
but not before I grab and reach/
for my 20 bag of trees/
relieve the insanity/ so high, defy gravity/
you'll need a couple ladders B/
my elevated strategies/
paint another masterpiece/
ill rhyme factories/
hills climbed at the speed/
I spill lines - rapidly/
spit-shine whack emcees/
who kill time tragically/
instill mind fallacies/
I feel my allergies/
sick and so tired that I'm-a take the day off/
make the bomb grub, blaze and just gaze into thought/
take Sinatra, Bone Thugs and Marvin Gaye for a walk/
the clouds fill the sky beautifully, it's gray in the park/
I listen to the rain fall and hope it starts pouring/
just to cancel some baseball and close some golf courses/
god I love these productive days, cuz I'm never bored when/
I'm in the zone, puff a 'j' in the early morning/

I wake up in the early morning, peel the covers back/
check my agenda for the day, grab a dutch and sack/
roll the finest piff that'll push a brotha back/
then count a couple stacks/ somethin' you suckaz lack/
push the Pac up in the stereo and run it back/
then hop up in the shower, brush my teeth, and puff a black/
and then it's time to rush the map/
where the pumpers at/
see theh cops, then I'm slowin' down, and duckin' back/
because the block's hot, 'round here they tuck a strap/
and if you muthafuckaz act/
they will buck n clap/
and fuck the friendships, so watch who you hug & dap/
mind your own business, watch who you trust wit dat/
the cash, yeah - the hoes fuck ya for the lust of that/
but in the daytime the bitch want her husband back/
these thoughts goin' through my head as I'm slumpin' back/
blazed off the hydro, plus I clutch the gat in the early morning/


Early in the morning I'm still up in the den/
with a pad and a pen/
writing like I'm trapped in the pen/
unsure of my strength, whenever I spit I make the bars bend/
make weak rappers fold when I go all in/
sleep deprived, cans of Red Bull help keep me wired/
like nuclear war heads armed and ready to fire/
the time is now, the position is where I'm sittin'/
the agenda is every sentence that's written/
is enough to cause a caniption/
with fine tuned precision/
I erase the division/ between improv spittin'/
and the beautiful composition/
and in a minute I'll be blazin' until I'm soaring/
closing my eyes to another glorious morning/

I'm an early riser/
wiser man, plan devisor/
eyes on the prize, blowin' like a damn gyser/
Keiser in the rap game/
arsenal like Max Payne/
verses by the piles, styles that adapt to change/
charged brain matter/
makin' lames scatter/
plain tattered rags, but yet/
tryin' to live like Wayne Manor/
true to my iron core/
rap with a lion roar/
gotta make that doe, none of us are dyin' poor/
take to the sky and soar/
realestate, buying more/
Nightmare - giant sword/
pulvarize competition, strong like a dinosaur/
today I'm kinda poor/
when will I find a door/
Sattelite Souls, descend and I'll climb aboard/
take me to the mothership/
Earth's inhabitants can suck a dick/
comet's 'bout to hit/
early riser dawg, long since evacuated/
destination calculated/
fine tuned and calibrated/