good morning

homeless cardboard cribs

cops shoot civilians

vendors rap stars wall street billions

donald trump shotgun pumps illegal store fronts

dollar fifty dutches

at one's and dunks

skyscrapes planes hit 'em army in the subway

high risk orange alert everyday

my click is a clip that spits in glock land

walk like i'm from the hood

hair like and indie rock band

throw fits then pitch from hammers blow lungs up

before onyx was telling me to throw them guns up

my style was sick and homeless freezing and stuck

'till def jux stuffed them gees in the cup

now it's the season to fuck shit

piss in the morning flicker

lights in your head and earn my explicit warning stickers

ny on the fitted shines from the brain inside

so i don't need a yankee on for a new york frame of mind

i'm trained in the dirt

i strain to be heard

the fame of the words alive in my city

stray from the herd i say what i learned

painfully burned alive my city

aim for the dirt

claimin the earth

danger alert

alive in my city

though the same that desert

i remain when they

mirk

claim a grain of the worth in my city

knocked up jux

they had a monster i'm tv on the street

in the cabbage patch with premies on my feet

i got a new york bop itchy index like a new york cop

sick in whichever city my tour stops

so by the time i get home

i'll have spread so much enjoyment

i'll create the vaccine

then destroy it

i pull immaculate concepts from thin air

implemented by the listener to learn until i get there

i'm most alive from one to five

in the morning thursday's kcr gave birth to weatherman

then died

homeland security advisory system won't work

until the danger rainbow jumps into red alert

divide quickly

a few can ride with me when martial law hits

pack up the whip and hide with me

until the eve of destruction paints a town black

and anarchy ensues you'll have the soundtrack