Early Mornin' Tony (Explicit) - Felt
Seven in the morning
Police at my door
But I spent last night
On someone else's floor
Out the back window
Didn't know where I was
I was still kinda buzzed
With a head full of ***
Lookin' at my Nixon
It's about that time
To go and save the world
From the daily grind
Speakin' of which
I gotta hit the OC
For a quick sess
Through my skate park OG's
Oh please this is still mere city
Wanna check my street cred
Go ahead come get me
On the block like mopeds
Or the threads on your Dickies
And I wrote code red off
The hair so swiftly
Stole the scribbles show
Man had the feds go get me
Still got head from
Your thoroughbred
No hickies oh really
Throw a veil on your Philly
Took pictures of a crack like
That bell out in Philly
Had to kick out my tail
Cause she smelled like Billy
Smoking blunts with the breath
So stale it could've killed me
Silly quick-witted
When I spit the sh*t get it
I mean sit kitted
I mean aw sh*t
It's amazing I remember all
The different sh*t I'm into
I try to stay focused on
Getting legal tender
Gotta stay on the grind
Cause if the legends get signed
Gotta spit back d**e
Between 8 7 6 5
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
And when I'm on the mic
The women come
Down with A-N-T Murs
And you're not
And I got more rhymes
Than California got cops
Nine in the mornin' police
At my door
Tryin' to wonder what the
F**k they want to talk to me for
She said she wanted money
For some fundraiser sh*t
I slammed the door in her face
And said"F**k you b**ch"
Looking at my Nixon
It's about that time
For me to light another cigarette
And settle my mind
Foot soldier
Been waiting for the took over
Probably won't be getting naked
If she looks sober
I'm a primate with pimp-like mind state
Raising the curb to
Make contemporaries irate
Still obsessed with your breasts
And your fishnet
Beating on my thin
Chest screaming out"Mid-West"
My nature is to make you a believer
On your stereo receiver
Or your barely legal beaver
Buzzin' overhead spittin' fly game
Nowadays cats be getting paid
And laid up off of my name
Wait a minute take a number
Made a visit to your village
With this fresh baked biscuit
And stayed consistent
Breaking in the heads ain't as difficult
When half of them are trippin'
Over how they missed the boat
The key is control
But your flow is contrived
Keep it in my soul
Take it with when I die
Plug that mic in
And let heaven get live
Turn a groupie into
An angel when she 8 7 6 5
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
And when I'm on the mic
All your home girls come
Down with A-N-T Slug
And you're not
And I got more rhymes
Than rappers who got shot
