Early (EP Master Edit)

I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm a little bit early

B to the L, to the U, to the E, homie, here we go
I'm a little bit early
Every kid from the hood, trying hard to be bad
But with their own bad, meaning good
Now I'm back with a bang, but forward in time
My controller it will finally rhyme, I'm ready to flow
Already the brand new brand on the block, and raring to go
Worthy to be the battery in your clock, tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock tick, ring ring ring
I call you with another withheld number
Whenever ever when I give you a ring
And I'm really not mean, I mean well yet, well, even when I'm in
Within my delivery, fake or real
Bringing out the pain, every feeling, any thought
Of the character being played, on my movie reel
Moving at the mood, of my moody film

I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm a little bit early
I'm a little bit early

Take the final nail in the coffin
Then hit the nail on the head and give me
A drum roll, I'm going for broke
In a battle rap, come give me a tonne
Of enough bubble wrap, made ready to pop
Locked to the beat, like a door and a key
With my really tight flow, too heavy to handle
Like a bar dropped on a trampoline, hopping
And landing on your hip, indeed, why we call it hip-hop
Then why would I take a hint, if I am in fact
The one giving it, from a long time ago
No tattoo, F word or bling
A humble, vanilla rapper rapidly blown
Down to Earth, deep in the honorificabilitudinity
Of a wicked, ill bloke
Wicked meaning either, very cool or evil

I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm a little bit early
I'm a little bit early

Man I'm tripping
When running on adrenaline, while rapping all witty
From the beginning of the end
To the final ending, my new beginning
Like the number twenty eleven
Even though I'm odd, I'm in my prime really
Through a tune, made by twenty two
Of the Latin alphabet, yet, content with nineteen
A, B, D, E, F, I
K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, T, U
V, W, Y, my word play drained
My one and a half, minute of fame
Now I may be no one
But it will take, one to know one
Remember the name, one word: Bluehomie
Not running late, running early only

I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm a little bit early
I'm a little bit early
I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm not running late, I'm not running late
I'm a little bit early
I'm a little bit early
I'm a little bit early