Wake up, hustle, eat then sleep
25 hours, 8 days of the week
Hell bent on again ahead man
“Whats up” nothing but the rent fam.
X2
They say there’s no rest for the wicked/
I guess that explains the work it takes just to make my next meal ticket/
Shits hard, no need to be specific/
We all got our struggles and we all gotta deal with it/
Real lyrics, real talk, real hard graft/
We all fiend for things that we cant have/
For me it ‘aint the car & the large pad/
Just a little light at the end of this dark path/
My Flag set at half mast for the fallen/
Who failed to stay strong and keep in touch with their calling/
Nothing in life is a sure thing.
Wait for ya chance then double up, all in/
When ya chips are down don’t back out/
Keep poker faced, bluff hard, work flat out/
Never back down, keep pushing forward/
Every great mind is tortured its all good/
When one door shuts another opens up/
Set goals, keep focused the road is tuff/
Quitting’s easy, trust I’ve come close enough/
Look deep within, stay true, let ya soul erupt/
Wake up, hustle, eat then sleep
25 hours, 8 days of the week
Hell bent on again ahead man
“Whats up” nothing but the rent fam.
X2
No time to sit n chill, i keep spitting til’/
The next pay cheque will help me wrestle with these frigging bills/
Pockets empty, fridge isn’t filled/
I see the bigger picture no time for the little thrills/
The mission still incomplete/
Ten years deep yet its still in its infancy/
And yeah I’ve lost faith in the industry/
But fame is a fools goal. it doesn’t mean a thing to me/
Self sufficiency the first target to meet/
That’s why I take stock at the start of the week/
Never satisfied with tracks but that’s the artist in me/
So fuck a manager, a major and a marketing scheme/
Its all grass roots, not perfect that’s true/
but im in it for the love not to stack loot/
I don’t care what you other cats do/
That’s you, me and mine grind for the last few/
Real heads who love the art properly/
Cats who fiend for music and hate the monotony/
If you wanna get rich play the lottery/
I work hard that’s how its gotta be/
Wake up, hustle, eat then sleep
25 hours, 8 days of the week
Hell bent on again ahead man
“Whats up” nothing but the rent fam.
X2
My eyes stay redder than my letters are/
Iron lungs help pump black ink with a metal heart/
Grey matters got a slacker penning better bars/
Destined to win there’s, no need for ya question marks/
Its hard to tell apart the sly amongst us/
While trying to figure out the game like Micheal Douglas/
I blow smoke into the sky for the hustlers/
Trust us there’s no Justice its just us/
Nuff young bucks try and rap/
Grow up get jobs and quit rapping now why is that/
I wont lose sight in a fight for cash/
No going back like a virgin, after her hymen snaps/
And yeah I love when I go on tour/
But It’s a double edged sword when there’s no support/
Trying to stay afloat as life goes overboard/
That’s why I play fiddle, sign on, show no remorse/
You gotta keep up the bravado/
‘Cos most nights I sit and think that i can’t cope/
From the gutter keep your eyes on the stars/
‘Cos your only as good as ya last show/
credits
from Mood Swings,
released October 11, 2010
Produced by Pete Cannon
supported by 20 fans who also own “What's Up? (25/8)”
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