Fresh, new, another night gone
About ten-thirty five when I hit the alarm
On the snooze
And i'm about to cruise down the block
With the key turned right in the metal lock
And I can tell by the light of the day
And how i'm feelin'
The sun is shinin' bright and my focus is reelin'
From the darkness
Apart this body I can feel
That today i'm just gonna be keepin' it real
Hop out of bed and i'm gonna get dressed
Jump in the shower and i'm warm gettin' blessed
By the spray on my back
Just to get going
Before i'm on the streets
Already start the flowing
Right out the house
And i'm right on track
With the ill beatbox
And the freestyle rap
And I gotta wonder
Yo, what would I do
If I didn't have my girl or my whole crew?
I think I'd die
I couldn't lie
And I would cry
And it's been seven days since I felt this high
But not high off the chronic
Cuz yo, I don't puff
Back where I'm from, I couldn't get enough
But now I'm in Berlin
Feelin' good, clean,
I'm on the right track if ya know what I mean
And I'm back on the mic kickin' it, something new
Gettin', down and wicked, with the jazzy hue.

Back up in this with another flow
And where I go you could say that the light glows
And i'ma show that I really wanna let ya know
That i'ma pro rippin' mics down from head to toe
Cause i'ma fiend seekin mic every day and night
And I could kill for a beat and I just might
And I used to be a joke when I spoke
But now I get on tracks and i gotta let the mic smoke
Back at home then i might just take a toke
But i'm in Europe and i'm tryin' not to go broke
Because i gotta make the money just like everyone else
But I don't rap about my material wealth
I'm spiritual, lyrical
And all that this entails
So when i get to rappin'
The message, it never fails
To deliver
And hit you so hard, i don't quiver
Spit flows so cold and chill, makin' you shiver
I'm taking this beat and i'm running away
Because i'm thinkin' every hour, every second, every day
About the flow in my head
And what to do next
Never ever was a beat that had me thoroughly vexed
And confused
Because I choose
The certain views
That have me bringin' real shit, swing like the blues
I could do it how they want, but I don't do that
Because I always hit home, and I never fall flat
And when i'm on the tempo on a day like this
I put words right in order best believe, I never miss
With the bass-high melody, and what you hear
Is the flowing methodology I spit in your ear