[Intro]
(Yeah) Sunrise on the skyline, heartbeat like a drum
(Whoa) Watch me, watch me — rise
[Verse 1]
5AM, paper cup, corner shop with a neon hum,
Receipt for a morning dream, dollar short but the hustle's young.
Faded jacket, threadbare, got my name stitched in the seams,
Neon on my sleeve — where I learned to trade nights for scenes.
Heartbeats preach, city streets keep secrets we reclaim,
Subway breath, footsteps, I memorized the alley's name.
Coach said "keep the cadence," Mama said "keep your grace,"
Scarred knuckles, sparked hustle — now my verses own that space.
I stole time from the overtime, turned deadlines into lines,
Late calls, cold halls, I flipped losses into signs.
Visuals on the pavement — cracked glass, taxi lights,
I stack syllables like bricks, build a bridge out of the night.
(Yeah, yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Fire in my throat — tilt the flame (come on)
Short fuse, long aim — watch the change (watch me)
[Chorus]
Rise & shine — I own my time (I own my time)
Light the sky — watch me climb (watch me climb)
Rise & shine — I own my time (I own my time)
Tag the beat, leave a line, watch the world rewind
(Oh — rise!)
[Verse 2 — slow, punchy cadence]
Neon on my jacket, corner where I learned to spar,
Cassette tapes, late waits, freestyles in my car.
Missed gigs at the venue, taped flyers on the lamppost,
Now my name's on cars, bumper stars, from the ground up I got the most.
Punchlines, double-time, I calibrate the pain,
No sympathy for pity — I negotiated rain.
Concrete chorus, long roads, I kept the ledger lean,
From overtime to overtime, I claim the in-between.
Every scar's a syllabus, every loss a lesson plan,
I convert doubt into dosages of dope bars and fans.
(Voice drop) Watch the tilt — I shift the paradigm.
[Pre-Chorus]
Fire in my throat — tilt the flame (tilt it up)
Short fuse, long aim — set the frame (set it up)
[Chorus]
Rise & shine — I own my time (I own my time)
Light the sky — watch me climb (watch me climb)
Rise & shine — I own my time (I own my time)
Tag the beat, leave a line, watch the world rewind
(Yeah, yeah — uh)
[16-Bar Breakdown — rapid-fire]
Check the ledger: late nights, crate fights, eight nights awake,
Make bytes of the break, plate weight, stakes — what I take.
Wordplay ricochet, multi-syllable artillery,
Flip verb patterns, scatter beats — feel the ferocity.
From payphone paychecks to Rolex reflections,
From corner confessions to prime-time projections.
I clock ticks, flip scripts, pick picks, spit bricks,
Mix grit with a gift — watch critics lose their fix.
Signature line like a stamp, brand burn on the rhyme,
I own my time — that's the tagline for the climb.
Ad-libs ricochet (yeah!), hook stuck in the mind (uh),
Clip it for the 'gram, make it trend, make it prime (let's go).
Micro-flex, macro-step, I rep the restless road,
Turn tempo into tempo — stake claims, carry loads.
Countless nights, countless fights, countless bars I write,
I sign with sweat and light — rise & shine, ignite.
[Bridge — vulnerability + flip]
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