5ves
1 is for the live shows
2 is for the beats and
3 is for the woman that sleeps under my sheets so
4 is for the energy which builds exponentially
5 is for my friends who keep on reinventing me
On my fifth day my day off, I'm up early
the early worm gets the big bite by little birdie
the early bird gets chased and caught by the cat
watch your back little bird because I'm up from my nap
yes I've got a cable TV and I've got a cable mic
It's only got 1 channel but the reception is tight
flying by the seat of my pants so at the end of the night
the records come alive and beg for the daylight
now 5 miles away my brothers in his room, playing games
like Starcraft, burning other people to flames
and likewise right here, right now, the show of aggression
5 fingers 1 mic next lesson
the session gets deeper follow me through,
I brought my pen and pad and just a little inspiration to guide you
if you could just, listen and learn,
itching to burn, fishing for the rhythm we're giving 'em to return.
saying
Wake up, its early morning get dressed, turn on the radio
another beautiful day in my, neighborhood
since the mornings when I'm mostly inspired
although I'm still a bit tired, I write because I'm feeling like
the flavors good
Saturday was yesterday last week, and nothings open now
except the coffee shops which really ain't my style
I smile as I'm writing, 'cause the world is still asleep
it's just me and the sun, and were conversing for a while
now its 5:55 in the early on,
the shadow on my lawn becomes a midget as the sun moves along
a little bit more hustle as I nod to my neighbors
they have no idea they 'gone be in this song
they're cool, still the dopest person out there is my mother
she accepts me for my rapping as if rapping were my lover
and she, she accepts me for my rapping of course
because art, needs inspiration, needs a source
don't blink at five pm on this day I'm driving by, I'm driving away,
driving to say
that my throat hurts, I'm all talk and really no work,
and everybody's out there writing calling Felix a jerk
but what doesn't make you wince now, will only make you better
we'd all be better swimmers if the earth was really wetter
the moral of the story is to remain untold,
cause it never really ends it just twists and unfolds sayin'