[Intro]

Uhh! Yeah! 2023! 2024! Azthmatix! A.M. Early Morning! Yeah! Let's go!

[Verse 1: Novatore]

I don't freestyle 'cause I'm too cerebral

The room I write my raps is like a dark cathedral

The art I make is sacred but it's dark and evil

Coldest artist breathing, anything I drop is hard as sequel

Feedin' the streets but really only feed a couple of ya

You're really writin' for yourself and I ain't fuckin' with ya

A lot of rappers in my local scene don't rock with me

They vegetables, they jealous 'cause they know I'm gettin' broccoli

Murderin' foes, you bound to know it's off the bat with it

Pay me to slay a beat, I'm savagely attackin' it

The track assassin, haters, they don't know the half of it

The skill been really matched to test your might and feel the wrath of it

Study my raps like I'm a lyrical professor

Keep the backing for myself 'cause let it be known that I'm my own investor

You know you're lyin' if you say we ain't applyin' pressure

They won't address the elephant unless the lion's next up

[Verse 2: Moecyrus]

I'm just a plain old snickerdoodle, I'm gettin' doodoo done

Doobie smoking round, I don't do that, you can have the fun

Doing my due diligence, didn't know I was difficult

Then it dawned upon me at dusk, I'm gettin' ridiculed

It's funny when they say I'm keepin' squuares out my circle

But then you see 'em deep with fake diamonds as a rhombus

Wait a minute! Why we talkin' 'bout shapes?

You're a Fruit Ninja and your mama's a grape

Your whole crew's trash and they should be ashamed

It's like you all represent a free trip to the grave

You manifested, sorry to say you fuckin' lost

That life is dictated but who's payin' the cost?

Who's takin' the loss? Who's got to pave the way for the next?

These bastardized kids need a man to connect

Right? Right? Right? Or am I wrong?

[Verse 3: A.M. Early Morning]

Uhh! Uhh! Yeah!

I'm Lionheart like Van Damme

How you supposed to blow up, homie, when you got no plan?

They don't jam, clean them up and then we ship them out

I use a different route, underground, quiet like I never left the house No eyes, Ray Charles, see it's different, paper all gas

Posted on the block like a generator, I ran the streets like your boy the mayor

Red flag, your paperwork, it don't add up

Old school titties out, baby, when you backin' up

Scared money don't make it, is you a man or what?

I putt but won't punt, pussy, you know what's up

On the lake, pontoon trippin', dogs sip and guzz

You niggas tampons, the one with the plus

Got 'em hidin' in the wall, that's a royal flush

It's Morning!