Jaeti, Rockness Monsta - Wake Up Get Down Lyrics

Woke up early as hell
Feeling grumpy
Oh well
Tried hungrily
To get wifey to pump me
But failed
To the office I bailed
Phone calls and emails
Making beats on my phone
With my rocket on swell
Yah-weh
Of this rap thang
But how could you tell
Going hard in the paint
The rap game is my cell
L J
My cell mate
Cell phone on vibrate
In the booth
Assassinate
Plus, I dig in the crates
Adjust the EQ and gate
We make beats while you wait
Surf and turf the Mother's Board
Serve 'em lobster and steak
Erk and Jerk
These young lords
I don't do that no more
My win record
Reminiscent, of Abyssinian wars
Put the pen to the pad
Needles and records galore
Speak the truth
My entendres
Tucked inside metaphors
She can twerk
But still get served
By these b-girls
I can't stand these rap herbs
Really get on my nerves
Not just words on a paper
Used to be king of the capers
Rock shows
Me and the Hater
I vacay in the Caymans
I survived
Cause of the way
I navigate situations
Thrive
In the urban jungle
With anacondas and caimans
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Come on!
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Come on!
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
This pen feels heavier nowadays
Still enslaved by our worldly ways
Land of the freedmen
Home of the Braves
Thought contained
In my bones
And my muscle memory
So when it rains
I feel the pains
Most days
I feel the sun's energy
And I remember
Some of the best that died
Too soon
Then kiss my daughter's forehead
Before I leave the room
Spent my first years on North 82
Then moved to north 87th
In 1982
As time goes by
The years do
What they do
Seasons change
We maintain
Nothing new
I traveled the world
Then came back
To the Lou
What I did to the block
The world did to me too
It's real simple dude

Woke up early as hell
Feeling grumpy
Oh well
Tried hungrily
To get wifey to pump me
But failed
To the office I bailed
Phone calls and emails
Making beats on my phone
With my rocket on swell
Yah-weh
Of this rap thang
But how could you tell
Going hard in the paint
The rap game is my cell
L J
My cell mate
Cell phone on vibrate
In the booth
Assassinate
Plus, I dig in the crates
Adjust the EQ and gate
We make beats while you wait
Surf and turf the Mother's Board
Serve 'em lobster and steak
Erk and Jerk
These young lords
I don't do that no more
My win record
Reminiscent, of Abyssinian wars
Put the pen to the pad
Needles and records galore
Speak the truth
My entendres
Tucked inside metaphors
She can twerk
But still get served
By these b-girls
I can't stand these rap herbs
Really get on my nerves
Not just words on a paper
Used to be king of the capers
Rock shows
Me and the Hater
I vacay in the Caymans
I survived
Cause of the way
I navigate situations
Thrive
In the urban jungle
With anacondas and caimans
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Come on!
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Come on!
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
This pen feels heavier nowadays
Still enslaved by our worldly ways
Land of the freedmen
Home of the Braves
Thought contained
In my bones
And my muscle memory
So when it rains
I feel the pains
Most days
I feel the sun's energy
And I remember
Some of the best that died
Too soon
Then kiss my daughter's forehead
Before I leave the room
Spent my first years on North 82
Then moved to north 87th
In 1982
As time goes by
The years do
What they do
Seasons change
We maintain
Nothing new
I traveled the world
Then came back
To the Lou
What I did to the block
The world did to me too
It's real simple dude