This Morning
Yo
Haha
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Yah
Grr
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Try to test, I suggest that you don't try it
You heard of Nati, burner on me like the stove fryin'
The .9 is my co-pilot, it'll make you go flyin'
Man, these rappers flyin' coach, never flown private
They should switch to Diet Coke, they on a coke diet
You ain't supplyin' dope, you just go buy it
Never sold white in your whole life, we don't buy it
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
I don't play nice, he'll know I don't like him
Catch him Late Night like Conan O'Brien
Or spray in broad daylight and pray there's no sirens
You listenin' to a GOAT rhymin'
When my verse plays, the earth quakes; man, the flow's seismic
I got it down to a whole science
You below average, so savage is the mode I'm in
Woke up this mornin' and I
Got myself a gun
The man in the mirror looked back in fear
At the monster I've become
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
I'll turn a mosh pit to a whole riot
There's no Logic when I go ISIS
You know everything I touch turns to gold, Midas
These clones bitin' like Tyson, they'll steal your whole likeness
The flows I spit are quite sick, no virus
Get his throat sliced with an ice pick, it's a cold climate
You froze up, your flows suck like an old Dyson
I woke up and I chose violence
You know I am so giant, I'ma Goliath
I sit on a Throne of Thorns with no rose by it
Siftin' through the quotes I spit is like gold minin'
I'm droppin' gems the size of the fuckin' Hope Diamond
There's no competitors; I'm better you're a joke, Titus
I don't need you to give me credit or co-sign it
Only way your flow competes with mine is if I ghostwrite it
Woke up this mornin' and I
Got myself a gun
The man in the mirror looked back in fear
At the monster I've become
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
I'm a god like Zeus, bitch, I throw lightnin'
Make ya Breathe and Stop like Q-Tip, get ya whole Tribe hit
These New Kids ain't on the Block, they just rode by it
He ain't got the chrome by him; man, his posts lyin'
They easy targets, anemic artists with low iron
Catch him at Nieman Marcus, wet his coat linin'
We don't speak to sergeants; that's the code, never broke silence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
The only bags you get are the ones under both eyelids
You don't go by in the Rolls flyin' with low mileage
You don't own it and don't drive it, just pose by it
My foes frightened, find him a corner to go cry in
Crush 'em like wine grapes, you YK Osiris
You broke tryin' to gloat knowin' you owe clients
Hang these rappers out to dry; man, I clothesline 'em
Woke up this mornin' and I
Got myself a gun
The man in the mirror looked back in fear
At the monster I've become
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Haha
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Yah
Grr
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Try to test, I suggest that you don't try it
You heard of Nati, burner on me like the stove fryin'
The .9 is my co-pilot, it'll make you go flyin'
Man, these rappers flyin' coach, never flown private
They should switch to Diet Coke, they on a coke diet
You ain't supplyin' dope, you just go buy it
Never sold white in your whole life, we don't buy it
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
I don't play nice, he'll know I don't like him
Catch him Late Night like Conan O'Brien
Or spray in broad daylight and pray there's no sirens
You listenin' to a GOAT rhymin'
When my verse plays, the earth quakes; man, the flow's seismic
I got it down to a whole science
You below average, so savage is the mode I'm in
Woke up this mornin' and I
Got myself a gun
The man in the mirror looked back in fear
At the monster I've become
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
I'll turn a mosh pit to a whole riot
There's no Logic when I go ISIS
You know everything I touch turns to gold, Midas
These clones bitin' like Tyson, they'll steal your whole likeness
The flows I spit are quite sick, no virus
Get his throat sliced with an ice pick, it's a cold climate
You froze up, your flows suck like an old Dyson
I woke up and I chose violence
You know I am so giant, I'ma Goliath
I sit on a Throne of Thorns with no rose by it
Siftin' through the quotes I spit is like gold minin'
I'm droppin' gems the size of the fuckin' Hope Diamond
There's no competitors; I'm better you're a joke, Titus
I don't need you to give me credit or co-sign it
Only way your flow competes with mine is if I ghostwrite it
Woke up this mornin' and I
Got myself a gun
The man in the mirror looked back in fear
At the monster I've become
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
I'm a god like Zeus, bitch, I throw lightnin'
Make ya Breathe and Stop like Q-Tip, get ya whole Tribe hit
These New Kids ain't on the Block, they just rode by it
He ain't got the chrome by him; man, his posts lyin'
They easy targets, anemic artists with low iron
Catch him at Nieman Marcus, wet his coat linin'
We don't speak to sergeants; that's the code, never broke silence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
The only bags you get are the ones under both eyelids
You don't go by in the Rolls flyin' with low mileage
You don't own it and don't drive it, just pose by it
My foes frightened, find him a corner to go cry in
Crush 'em like wine grapes, you YK Osiris
You broke tryin' to gloat knowin' you owe clients
Hang these rappers out to dry; man, I clothesline 'em
Woke up this mornin' and I
Got myself a gun
The man in the mirror looked back in fear
At the monster I've become
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
Woke up this mornin' and I chose violence
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Writer(s): Gerald Owen
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