Slap the Sun

(Hook)

Someday im gonna wake up with my pathos to race

Hop out of bed, hop in my step, and slap the sun in the face

Hopped up on hope, the hops and oats are closed and wrapped up on their case

In case this happens, I’ll be rapping fast and be clapping the bass

The San Francisco's sky’s flyin since I don’t feel blue today

I’ll spit my game at fog and actively be maccin the gray

All tapkins down the stairs excited while I’m racking my brain

Can’t put a damper on my mood, I love the hammerin rain

(Verse 1)

Someday I’ll hit the streets, emerging happy, purging happy on the mic

And on the table bumping cuts like funky surgeons might

My lane is merging right, so when I signal wrong I take a breath

And and chose a path that gets me through the sunrise from the night instead

I’m heading to a vision that’s been hidden in dark

Where Rosa Parks and Carl Marx enjoy the treatment of stars

Were breathing in bars, Is needed then were reading too far

Into barbaric clerical errors where terror is large

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Yo, I’m tired of you saying congress is stacked

You’re making me laugh, thinking of the patriot act

You’re making an ass, of mass and I’m taking it back

Instead of sending monkeys into space to taking a crack

At being president, my seniman is not to pen the peniten

Yes men peddling the head nod etiquette

Pez dispenser politicians get a better record in the matter of dispensing bread And butter to the masses

I penned a letter to my senator, to let her know I’m ready for a bit of better Weather after cleansing and metaphor

Closure is what I set it for, exposure is what I sent it for

And those who bet on four more years, are who I meant it for

A shedding of a leddin cover has begun, the second coming kind of failed so now we’re back to one

The burning bush is pushing papers, but his dad is done

So when I wake up in the morning I’ma slap the sun