| One.
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| …Is for the live shows
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| Two.
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| …Is for the beats and
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| Three.
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| …Is for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so
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| Four.
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| …Is for the energy that builds exponentially
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| Five.
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| …is for my friends that keep on reinventing me
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| On the fifth day
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| My day off
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| I’m up early
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| The early worm gets the big bite by little birdie
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| The early bird gets gets chased and caught by the cat
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| Watch your back little birdie
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| Cause I’m up
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| from my nap
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| Yes I got a cable T. V
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| And I got a cable mic
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| It’s only got…(Muad'Dib) One.
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| …channel, but the reception is tight
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| I’m flying by the seat of my pants
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| So at the end of the night
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| Your records come alive
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| And beg for the daylight
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| ) And five miles.
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| …away my brother is in his room
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| Playing games
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| Like Starcraft
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| And burning other people to flames
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| And likewise
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| Right here
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| Right now
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| The show of aggression has.
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| …Five.
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| …fingers and.
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| …One.
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| …mic
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| Next lesson
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| The session gets deeper
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| Follow me through
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| I brought my pen and pad
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| And just a little inspiration
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| To guide with you
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| You could just listen and learn
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| Itching to burn
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| Vision for the rhyme of giving to return
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| Wake up, it’s early morning
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| Get dressed
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| Turn on my radio
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| Another beautiful day
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| in my neighborhood
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| Since the morning’s when I’m mostly inspired
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| Though I’m still a bit tired
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| I write because I’m feeling
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| Like the flava’s good
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| Saturday was yesterday
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| Last week
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| And nothing’s open now
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| except coffee shops
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| Which really ain’t my style
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| I smile as I’m writing this world is still asleep
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| And it’s just me and the sun
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| And we’re conversing for a while
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| Now it’s.
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| …Five…Fifty.
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| …Five.
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| …in the early
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| And the shadow on my lawn becomes a midget
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| As the sun comes rolling along
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| A little bit more hustle
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| As I nod to my neighbors
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| They have no idea that they could be in this song
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| Their cool is still the dopest person out there
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| My mother
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| She accepts me for my rap
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| As if rapping is my lover
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| And she, she accepts me for my rapping of course
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| Because art needs inspiration needs a source
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| Don’t blink on…(Muad'Dib)…Five.
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| …PM on this day
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| I’m driving by
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| Driving away
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| Driving to say
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| That my throat hurts from all the talking and really no work
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| And everybody is writing calling Felix a jerk
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| So what doesn’t make you wince now
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| can only make you better
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| We’d all be better swimmers
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| If the earth was really wetter
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| The moral of the story is to remain untold
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| And never really ends
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| It just twists and unfolds saying. |