Cage, El-P - Good Morning lyrics
[Cage, El-P - Good Morning lyrics]
Homeless cardboard cribs
Cops shoot civilians
Vendors rap stars wall street billions
Donald Trump shotgun pumps
Illegal store fronts
Dollar fifty dutches, AF1's and dunks
Skyscrapes planes hit 'em army in the subway
High risk orange alert everyday
My clique is a clip that spit's in Glock land
Walk like I'm from the hood
Hair like an indie rock band
Throw fit's then pitch from
Hammers blow lungs up
Before Onyx was telling me
Was throwin' them guns up
My style was sick and
Homeless freezing and stuck
'till Def Jux stuffed them G's in the cup
Now It's the season of "full of 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 in my city
Aim for the dirt, claimin the earth
Danger alert alive in my city
Though the same that desert
I remain when they murk
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 WKCR 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 hit's
Pack up the whip and hide with me
Until the eve of destruction
Paints the town black
And anarchy ensues you'll have the soundtrack
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 in my city
Aim for the dirt, claimin the earth
Danger alert alive in my city
Though the same that desert
I remain when they murk
Claim a grain of the worth in my city
Cops shoot civilians
Vendors rap stars wall street billions
Donald Trump shotgun pumps
Illegal store fronts
Dollar fifty dutches, AF1's and dunks
Skyscrapes planes hit 'em army in the subway
High risk orange alert everyday
My clique is a clip that spit's in Glock land
Walk like I'm from the hood
Hair like an indie rock band
Throw fit's then pitch from
Hammers blow lungs up
Before Onyx was telling me
Was throwin' them guns up
My style was sick and
Homeless freezing and stuck
'till Def Jux stuffed them G's in the cup
Now It's the season of "full of 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 in my city
Aim for the dirt, claimin the earth
Danger alert alive in my city
Though the same that desert
I remain when they murk
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 WKCR 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 hit's
Pack up the whip and hide with me
Until the eve of destruction
Paints the town black
And anarchy ensues you'll have the soundtrack
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 in my city
Aim for the dirt, claimin the earth
Danger alert alive in my city
Though the same that desert
I remain when they murk
Claim a grain of the worth in my city