Wake Up Get Down (feat. Rockness Monsta)

Woke up early as hell Feeling grumpy Oh well Tried hungrily To get wifey to pump me But failed To the office I bailed Phone calls and emails Making beats on my phone With my rocket on swell Yah-weh Of this rap thang But how could you tell Going hard in the paint The rap game is my cell L J My cell mate Cell phone on vibrate In the booth Assassinate Plus, I dig in the crates Adjust the EQ and gate We make beats while you wait Surf and turf the Mother's Board Serve 'em lobster and steak Erk and Jerk These young lords I don't do that no more My win record Reminiscent, of Abyssinian wars Put the pen to the pad Needles and records galore Speak the truth My entendres Tucked inside metaphors She can twerk But still get served By these b-girls I can't stand these rap herbs Really get on my nerves Not just words on a paper Used to be king of the capers Rock shows Me and the Hater I vacay in the Caymans I survived Cause of the way I navigate situations Thrive In the urban jungle With anacondas and caimans Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Come on! Get down Get down Get down Get down Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Come on! Get down Get down Get down Get down This pen feels heavier nowadays Still enslaved by our worldly ways Land of the freedmen Home of the Braves Thought contained In my bones And my muscle memory So when it rains I feel the pains Most days I feel the sun's energy And I remember Some of the best that died Too soon Then kiss my daughter's forehead Before I leave the room Spent my first years on North 82 Then moved to north 87th In 1982 As time goes by The years do What they do Seasons change We maintain Nothing new I traveled the world Then came back To the Lou What I did to the block The world did to me too It's real simple dude