St. Paul Slim - Get Up lyrics

[Verse One] [Felipe Cuauhtil]: Can't understand what this imbalance of the wealth about 32 year old and still f**in' with a paper route All because my bank account keeps collecting zeros I'm broke in every currency from pesos to euros "Get up in the morning" Part time at the warehouse Full time office job, home to turn the lights out No money for the time out Kids missin' dad Job interview or rob the spot with a ski mask? Call from the manager "Mr. Jay?" "Yes" "You're hired But first we wanna screen your blood, urine and saliva." I'm a live wire, but none of that's stoppin' me Pain in my stomach from not eatin' properly All I wanna know man, when we see them paychecks? It's baby girls birthday and I ain't bought the cake yet Borrow money from the loan that I borrow for the bills One disconnection notice away from gettin' ill [Hook]: "Get up in the morning" Northside, southside, eastside, westside "Slaving for bread sir" "Get up in the morning" Oakland, Houston, Kingston, ? "So that every mouth can be fed" "Get up in the morning" Midwest, east coast, down south, west coast "Slaving for bread sir" "Get up in the morning" A.R., D.R., P.R., we are "So that every mouth can be fed" [Verse Two] [St. Paul Slim]: Thank God I'm alive And I'm fresher than a motherf**er at 29 (29?) I don't smoke weed homie, I don't sniff lines I ain't speedin' through life dawg I'm takin' my time I'm in the slow lane Yep, still spit propane, light it up, money grow like Rogaine Check out my B-Boy stance I might rap free lance, that don't mean that I'm tryin' to rap for free man Nope I'm a hustler baby Want me to play, you got a pay me, put it simple and plainly I need gravy sh** I'm tryin' to make up for slavery And get some fly ghetto girls to pay for me I beat rappers like Joe Jackson I got two daughters at the crib, I got to keep it crackin' Time, time for some action like B-Real Amistad in this b**h, give us ? [Trama]: Hey hey, Trama the work horse Work hoes, work for Wear Force, Air Force, excessive force Hood representative Corporate executive Intellectual, s**ual, this is how I live Ya not like, ya not like it Them big bottom girls lovin' me up Bwoy I can't fight it You know Trama spit it how I live it While most of y'all spit it for a gimmick Quit it Trama is the shiznit And youse a nitwit I got some advice for you, just a tidbit A Milli, A Milli Tram diggy flows silly Tram Mello Anthony Live at the ? Half of me is all of you All of you is not enough for her That's why she's callin' me, yes sir I'll leave her right with the hair over there Retarded with the flow like blllaaaa "So that every mouth can be fed" "So that every mouth can be fed" "So that every mouth can be fed" "So that every mouth can be fed" "Get up in the morning" [Verse Four] [Toki Wright]: I used to punch up on a clock in Every other week there'd be a check up in my mail box Hated every minute that I worked for these jerks And they penny loafers, khakis and they bu*ton shirts They had me extra bored And every mornin' had me askin' for the ? on T.T.S. reports Any stayin' here is too depressin' Every second gotta worry 'bout somebody's stupid racial questions Could have made enough to get a crib, earn a car Or went crazy in the end and got a murder charge I'm a peaceful man let's get it clear But might have took it there if someone else had put their hands up in my hair Cause if I put my foot up in their rear Then I know I make it harder for the other brothers workin' here I had to skate, I quit, I'm cool, the ice is delicate But should've stayed another month and sued and won a settlement [Hook]: "Get up in the morning" Northside, southside, eastside, westside "Slaving for bread sir" "Get up in the morning" Oakland, Houston, Kingston, ? "So that every mouth can be fed" "Get up in the morning" Midwest, east coast, down south, west coast "Slaving for bread sir" "Get up in the morning" A.R., D.R., P.R., we are "So that every mouth can be fed"