4:12 on the clock, neon flickers off the stoop,
paper cup coffee steam, i lace my truths with proof. uh
basement lights hum—tapes roll, a beat knocks the roof,
this is grind-scented morning, we move, no excuse.
woke up at the crack of dawn, keys jingle, subway squeal,
hoodie pulled low, ticket stub in my palm, that's real.
mama said “keep the light,” i kept the light—rent's unpaid bills,
turned the corner cypher into checks, i sharpen skills.
rise and shine, we up — break the line, we up.
rise cut the doubt, count the wins, fill the cup.
pour up through the smoke, through the grind, hear the drum — we up.
rise and shine — get loud, get bright, we up.
fourth-floor studio, windows fog like breath on glass,
punchlines like paychecks—deposit every last laugh.
i spit city-skyline lines, rhymes stack like scaffolds,
from corner store cipher to late-night law-of-attraction.
clock hands slice seconds, every minute's an audition,
i flip missed calls into chorus lines and composition.
hands to the ceiling, heart on the meter, yeah small-town scars, big-city heater.
one step, one verse, we get neater, this is more than luck—it’s a leader.
rise and shine, we up — break the line, we up.
rise cut the doubt, count the wins, fill the cup.
pour it through the smoke, through the grind, hear the drum — we up.
rise and shine — claim the beat, claim the light, we up.
whoo got an eviction note that read like a prophecy,
turned it into a metaphor, now the crowd sings the copy.
studio rent late, but the session's a sermon,
i baptize tracks with truth—every bar, every burden.
remember nights with ramen bags and busted strings?
now the bridge hits and the whole crowd knows the ring.
i tote my losses like trophies, lessons in my coat,
currency in confidence, i quote when i emote.
lines cut precise—suture beats, i stitch the map,
internal rhymes ricochet—clack-clack—snap-back rap.
higher flip the script, light the lane, never stuck, we up.
flip it from basement to backstage, from hush to the rush, we up.
rise and shine — louder steps, bigger lights, we up.
rise and shine, we up — break the line, we up.
rise cut the doubt, count the wins, fill the cup.
fill it through the smoke, through the grind, hear the drum — we up.
rise and shine — louder steps, bigger lights, we up.
half-time heart, heavy chest, slow the world so i measure,
every scar is a ledger, every loss a tether turned treasure.
mm then double-time—blaze the verse—watch me disassemble pressure,
switch the cadence, put the city on my shoulder, now we letter.
flash the past, cash the clash, dash past matching masses,
syllables snapping, patterned passion—catalyst and classics.
call-and-response—uh, i say “rise,” you say “shine,”
we stitch the night to morning with the thread of our grind.
