Good Morning

[Verse 1: Cage] Homeless cardboard cribs, cops shoot civilians Vendors rap stars wall street billions Donald Trump shotgun pumps illegal store fronts Dollar fifty dutches, AF1's and dunks Skyscrapes planes hit 'em army in the subway High risk orange alert everyday My clique is a clip that spits in Glock land Walk like I'm from the hood, hair like an indie rock band Throw fits then pitch from hammers blow lungs up Before Onyx was telling me to throw them guns up My style was sick and homeless freezing and stuck 'till Def Jux stuffed them G's in the cup Now It's the season to fuck shit, piss in the morning flicker Lights in your head and earn my explicit warning stickers NY on the fitted shines from the brain inside So I don't need a Yankee on for a New York frame of mind [Hook: El-P] I'm trained in the dirt, I strain to be heard The fame of the words alive in my city Stray from the herd I say what I learned Painfully burned alive my city Aim for the dirt, claimin the earth, danger alert Alive in my city Though the same that desert, I remain when they Mirk, claim a grain of the worth in my city [Verse 2: Cage] Knocked up Jux, they had a monster I'm TV on the street In the cabbage patch with premies on my feet I got a New York bop itchy index like a New York cop Sick in whichever city my tour stops So by the time I get home, I'll have spread so much enjoyment I'll create the vaccine, then destroy it I pull immaculate concepts from thin air Implemented by the listener to learn until I get there I'm most alive from one to five in the morning Thursday's WKCR gave birth to weatherman, then died Homeland security advisory system won't work Until the danger rainbow jumps into red alert Divide quickly, a few can ride with me when martial law hits Pack up the whip and hide with me Until the eve of destruction paints a town black And anarchy ensues you'll have the soundtrack [Hook]