Apathy, DJ Mekalek, Locksmith - Rise and Shine lyrics

"You may want to think twice
Before you laugh at somebody
'cause they might just follow you
Home and kill you"

I got these rappers
Scatterin' like shatterin'
Your nose bones and splatterin'
Blood in front of a hypochondriac
With rare African forms
Of an airborne pathogen passin'
Through a sneeze
While I'm smashin' through MCs to bring
The masses to their knees
I passed all my degrees
And handcrafted a masterpiece
Now I'm after that mac-n-cheese to
Make money like Maccabees
Imagine all these maggots like
Magnets attractin' G's
Swear that swag is homemade
When they studyin' Apathy's
They pacin' back and forth on the
Stage like they half deceased
Or they speakin' in Japanese or they
Stuck on a bag of trees
Or they fuck up lyrics and
Freeze… suckers are so predictable
I miss when it was dope to be original
I'm so heartbroken I part the
Ocean like Moses to escape
But they threw up the bat signal so
I'm goin' to get my cape
I'm gettin' my old tapes and
All them heavy ass crates
Scrutinizin' all my mistakes
I'll do whatever it takes

Rise and shine, write a rhyme
And think about all of them
Rappers that I wanna kill
Rise and shine, write a rhyme
Another day, another night
Another dollar bill
Rise and shine, write a rhyme
And think about all of them
Rappers that I wanna kill
Rise and shine, write a rhyme
Another day, another night

I sit and stare at
The disproportionate portrait
Of portions that rappers speak upon
That sneak up on Ponzis that
Prompt me to palm, my speakers drawn
Fond of lyricism
Subject matter with substance gathered close
I tend to douse 'em with both
Instead of facetious songs that
Bottom feed methodically
Like Constantine tricked us by mixin'
Paganism with modern Christian theology
God to me is probably
Somethin' you never seen, let it ring
My lyrics come to life like
That rabbit crafted from Velveteen
My self-esteem was punctured
Lungs drippin' in acetone
My Ex told me, "Stop feelin'
Sorry, get off your ass, you're grown"
These other rappers suck dick
In fact it's known
Cheeks inflated like them jazz
Musicians blowin' the saxophone
That cast a stone? You
Plastic clones adapt poems
Like diggin' for fossil fuels extracted
Out of Jurassic bones
You excavated a style that I encoded
Spittin' rhymes back to me like I
Wasn't the one who wrote it, motherfucker

Rise and shine, write a rhyme
And think about all of them
Rappers that I wanna kill
Rise and shine, write a rhyme
Another day, another night
Another dollar bill
Rise and shine, write a rhyme
And think about all of them
Rappers that I wanna kill
Rise and shine, write a rhyme
Another day, another night
Another dollar bill