One, two, three, four, five

One, two, three, four, five

One is for the live shows

Two is for the beats and

Three is for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so

Four is for the energy that builds exponentially

Five is for my friends who keep on reinventing me

One is for the live shows

Two is for the beats and

Three is for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so

Four is for the energy that builds exponentially

Five is for my friends who keep on reinventing me

On the fifth day, my day off, I'm up early

The early worm gets the big bite by little birdie

The early bird gets gets chased and caught by the cat

Watch your back little birdie

Because I'm up from my nap

Yes, I got a cable tv and I got a cable mic

It's only got one channel but the reception is tight

I'm flying by the seat of my pants

So at the end of the night your records come alive

And beg for the daylight and five miles away

My brother is in his room playing games like Starcraft

Burning other people to flames

And likewise right here, right now

The show of aggression has five fingers and one mic

Next lesson, the session gets deeper

Follow me through

I brought my pen and pad and just a little inspiration

To guide you with

You could just listen and learn, itching to burn

Vision for the rhythm of giving to return saying

One is for the live shows

Two is for the beats and

Three is for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so

Four is for the energy that builds exponentially

Five is for my friends who keep on reinventing me

One is for the live shows

Two is for the beats and

Three is for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so

Four is for the energy that builds exponentially

Five is for my friends who keep on reinventing me

Wake up, it's early morning, get dressed

Turn on my radio

Another beautiful day in my neighborhood

Since the morning's when I'm mostly inspired

Though I'm still a bit tired

I write because I'm feeling like flavor's good

Saturday was yesterday, last week

And nothing's open now except coffee shops

Which really ain't my style

I smile as I'm writing this world is still asleep

It's just me and the sun and we're conversing for a while

Now it's 5:55 in the early

And the shadow on my lawn becomes a midget

While the sun moves along

A little bit more hustle as I nod to my neighbors

They have no idea they gon' be in this song

Their cool is still the dopest person out there

My mother, she accepts me for my rap

And as if rapping is my lover and she

She accepts me for my rapping of course

Because art needs inspiration, needs a source

Don't blink at 5 PM on this day I'm driving by

Driving away, driving to say that my throat hurts

From all talking, really no work

And everybody is out there writing calling Felix a jerk

So what doesn't make you wince now can only make you better

We'd all be better swimmers if the earth was really wetter

The moral of the story is to remain untold

It never really ends

It just twists and unfolds saying

One is for the live shows

Two is for the beats and

Three is for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so

Four is for the energy that builds exponentially

Five is for my friends who keep on reinventing me

One is for the live shows

Two is for the beats and

Three is for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so

Four is for the energy that builds exponentially

Five is for my friends who keep on reinventing me

One is for the live shows

Two is for the beats and

Three is for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so

Four is for the energy that builds exponentially

Five is for my friends who keep on reinventing me

One is for the live shows

Two is for the beats and

Three is for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so

Four is for the energy that builds exponentially

Five is for my friends who keep on reinventing me