Good Morning

[Verse 1: Cage]

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 spits in Glock land

Walk like I'm from the hood, hair like an indie rock band

Throw fits 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

'Til 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

[Hook: El-P]

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, claiming the earth, danger alert

Alive in my city

Go insane or berserk, I remain when they murk

Claim a grain of the worth in my city

[Verse 2: Cage & El-P]

I knocked up Jux, they had a monster, I'm TB 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

Still most alive from one to five Thursdays

WKCR gave birth to Weathermen then died

Homeland security advisory system won't work

(Yeah, until the danger rainbow jumps into red alert)

Divide quickly, a few can ride with me

When martial law hits, 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

[Hook: El-P]

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, claiming the earth, danger alert

Alive in my city

Go insane or berserk, I remain when they murk

Claim a grain of the worth in my city

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, claiming the earth, danger alert

Alive in my city

Go insane or berserk, I remain when they murk

Claim a grain of the worth in my city