13. UP AT DAWN CYPHER

Up at dawn, stuck in a muck as I thrust a yawn
Thumb a song as fine as feathers flowers and a thumper fawn
Drawn to the melody, relish in the kick's bass
Shift pace, of flow punches more rugged than a brick's face
A sick waste the game invaded with lame cats
The same wack perspective played back, it's like the same tracks
Mimicked, gimics rise from the critics
Finicky fickle figity finished with those who dont push their limits

Up at dawn, sun shinging like thunder's gone
Mission in miles, give it a while, it's like in the hundreds long
It's like I speak disease, spits make you weak in knees
Seige retreats, bomb turrets the way that your speech impedes
Make your features bleed, limbs, having them, I dont see the need
Freak indeed, ensure the guest verses on your release are siezed
Seas, three letters in that the sequence sees
Alphabet, I forget, put the blame on what I relieve with trees

Up at dawn, sun rise is not for dumb guys
Fun dies when you realize lyrics are laced with the punk lies
Speak fathoms,
Speech unique to breech your keep in the deep that reach chasms where your sleep happens
In the crease folds
Steep in the creep-y paths of the tracks, where the cracks screech and make your dreams cold
You think you seem bold, fiends told,
of the dope that I wrote, broke blokes, and bruise the colour green mold

up at dawn, cup of coffee it's something strong
Without it, legit, it's like every my body's every function's wrong
Long for something ill, songs that I jump to kill
Geared to engineer and steer the direction of rap stuck in still

My son calls, daughters designs over the junk walls
Blurry, keep the pen furied as surely as the sun falls
The fuck's wrong, cure cancer in rap 'til the lump's gone
Eyes, rise to the skies 'til my ashes under sun's dawn