Lyrics
1st Verse
I’m Write, by now I hope you soaked it in your brain/
Competing with wholesome oats, yall know I go against the grain – while/
Most of these folks that are flowing are just plain/
No change like all of their clothing is woven in the same style/
But I, design, in different rhyme patterns/
I’m not spitting lines, I stitch them in fine fabrics/
So if you fit the size, then get about five barrels - Or/
Crates of that fly exquisite Writeous apparel – Get It? /
If you guys just thinking that I’m babbling/
Then sit and click rewind, and listen until sinks in/
Till you visualize the picture that I’m scribbling –
On instruments a recorded portrait being exhibited/
In a speaker near you, this is a sneak preview/
Of what’s to come, man I just begun/
No longer dusk, the Sun is out, coming from the town -
Of Stone Mountain, guess I’m done for now, but yo…
*Chorus*
Ayo its dawn now,
(You gots to get up cause it’s the morning)
Stretch and yawn now,
(You gots to get up cause it’s the morning)
It’s getting warm now,
(You gots to get up cause it’s the morning)
And I ain’t going down,
(You gots to get up cause it’s the morning)
* Repeat*
2nd Verse
Yeah, A surge just entered me, a sudden burst of energy/
Conducting thru your structure made up of the earth, wind and the/
Fire, your wired to the sun, when first hearing me/
You get inspired to reach higher, touch the surface of the - /
Sky, It’s the horizon, when I arrive mercury rises -
I’m certainly, burning these rhymers eyes/
You’ll go blind if trying, to observe how we shine/
You’ll find I purposely try, to fry circuitry inside your mind/
(Man you heard what that guy just rhymed?)
Better alert your peeps, exerting heat, one thirty three degrees and trying to climb/
Riding by at the at light speed -
Politely, wave, hi then good bye when night creeps up/
But, I’ll return with a stern and straight face -
Gain weight on its frame, make it strain till day breaks/
And shatters, I refuse to stay in the shadows/
The Sun is up and I won’t move any place no matter, what!
*Chorus*
3rd Verse
By Faaaar, I’m much more than a star, conductor or a czar -
Whose just warm at the heart/
I pour my very soul in each just form of the art/
This aint lust or a crush, its love stored in my heart -
Summed up short in a bar/
I’ve become one Ill Legitimate Sun, that was just born in the dark/
Providing enlighten, your eyelids can’t hide or tint the shining –
I know to my foes it seems hopeless/
Like being soaked, floating in the ocean in a boat –
Rowing with spoons, I’m coasting with a motor that zooms/
In forward motion, see you going no where but Shit’s Creek/
My shit speaks for its self, I don’t need no one help/
Having ghostwriters is like having a ventriloquist’s –
Man hands wiggling, up your butt bitch, you’s a puppet/
This here is not a hustle, its music I made just for – you/
But yall been sleeping; man its time to wake up kid…
*Chorus*
