作词 : Mike B Kim 作曲 : Mike B Kim (Verse 1) Post alma mater, trying to get dollars, right out of college/ with a collar on starving like Ramadan for something solid/ I’m getting off work about 8 pm, grab a little bite and embrace a pen/ make a couple beats, inside my den, wake up in the a.m., do it all again/ Friends, I had them but they too busy chasing them ladies/ money gone, what a con, when drinks equals Mercedes/ I’d rather demolish a song/ I made in two nights with a new mic from not getting my baller on/ smashing into the scene with my flow/ they blasting my beats in headphones/ packing up seats in each row/ cause passion is unleashed each show/
(wake up!) And that’s when I snapped out of a dream in a corporate meeting/ (Wake up!) drooling, snoozing, heavy, breathing, forget it I’m leaving/ yo boss, I’m going to take off this evening to enjoy the weekend/ maxing out CC's (Credit Cards), crafting CD's until I’m eating/ even if my tanks on "E"(empty) and the banks own me/ with that 20% APR my graveyard through laboring/
(Chorus) Whiplash, whiplash , energy out, it got to come back! (repeat)
(Verse 2) Sometimes I drop to my knees, praise God who set my soul free/ but I never got a spoon feed, hustling like its all on me/ with an appetite that’s out of sight, like every night just grabbed the mic/ burned demos, instrumentals, self assembled in my bedroom/ stacks of CD's, passed ‘em freely, play on TV, wasn't easy/ no Youtube, to allow you or school you with how to's none to teach me/ feel me? asking every homie if they'd film me, but don't bill me/ my video budget was rubbish, publicists would milk me/ emptied my pockets silly really nonetheless we needed press/ CD's were pressed, off my own debt, no regrets to kill me/ keeping it professional, at all times, when I was small time/ from call times to interviews of all kinds even those that grilled me/ fundamentally its that energy I put out that made enemies or friends to me/ propelling me up with more feet then a centipede/ sending me, towards finer things from flyering my own shows/ to inspiring those aspiring to go pro with flows bro/
作词 : Mike B Kim 作曲 : Mike B Kim (Verse 1) Post alma mater, trying to get dollars, right out of college/ with a collar on starving like Ramadan for something solid/ I’m getting off work about 8 pm, grab a little bite and embrace a pen/ make a couple beats, inside my den, wake up in the a.m., do it all again/ Friends, I had them but they too busy chasing them ladies/ money gone, what a con, when drinks equals Mercedes/ I’d rather demolish a song/ I made in two nights with a new mic from not getting my baller on/ smashing into the scene with my flow/ they blasting my beats in headphones/ packing up seats in each row/ cause passion is unleashed each show/
(wake up!) And that’s when I snapped out of a dream in a corporate meeting/ (Wake up!) drooling, snoozing, heavy, breathing, forget it I’m leaving/ yo boss, I’m going to take off this evening to enjoy the weekend/ maxing out CC's (Credit Cards), crafting CD's until I’m eating/ even if my tanks on "E"(empty) and the banks own me/ with that 20% APR my graveyard through laboring/
(Chorus) Whiplash, whiplash , energy out, it got to come back! (repeat)
(Verse 2) Sometimes I drop to my knees, praise God who set my soul free/ but I never got a spoon feed, hustling like its all on me/ with an appetite that’s out of sight, like every night just grabbed the mic/ burned demos, instrumentals, self assembled in my bedroom/ stacks of CD's, passed ‘em freely, play on TV, wasn't easy/ no Youtube, to allow you or school you with how to's none to teach me/ feel me? asking every homie if they'd film me, but don't bill me/ my video budget was rubbish, publicists would milk me/ emptied my pockets silly really nonetheless we needed press/ CD's were pressed, off my own debt, no regrets to kill me/ keeping it professional, at all times, when I was small time/ from call times to interviews of all kinds even those that grilled me/ fundamentally its that energy I put out that made enemies or friends to me/ propelling me up with more feet then a centipede/ sending me, towards finer things from flyering my own shows/ to inspiring those aspiring to go pro with flows bro/
