(Muad'Dib vocal scratching) 1...2...3...4...5... [x2] 



[Chorus:] 



[Muad'Dib vocal scratching] One.. 

[Felix]...Is for the live shows 

[Muad'Dib] Two.. 

[Felix]...Is for the beats and 

[Muad'Dib] Three.. 

[Felix]...Is for the woman who sleeps under my sheets so 

[Muad'Dib] Four.. 

[Felix]...Is for the energy that builds exponentially 

[Muad'Dib] Five.. 

[Felix]...is for my friends that keep on reinventing me 



[chorus repeats twice] 



[First verse:] 



[Felix] 

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 

Cause I'm up 

from my nap 

Yes I got a cable T.V 

And I got a cable mic 

It's only got...(Muad'Dib) One.. 

[Felix]...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 

[Muad'Dib]) And five miles.. 

[Felix] ...away my brother is in his room 

Playing games 

Like Starcraft 

And burning other people to flames 

And likewise 

Right here 

Right now 

The show of aggression has.. 

[Muad'Dib]...Five.. 

[Felix]...fingers and.. 

[Muad'Dib]...One.. 

[Felix]...mic 

Next lesson 

The session gets deeper 

Follow me through 

I brought my pen and pad 

And just a little inspiration 

To guide with you 

You could just listen and learn 

Itching to burn 

Vision for the rhyme of giving to return 



[Chorus] 



[musical interlude-drums, base, keyboards] 

[Muad'Dib vocal scratching over musical interlude] 1...2...3...4...5... [x2] 



[Second verse:] 

[Felix] 

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 the flava'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 

And it's just me and the sun 

And we're conversing for a while 

Now it's.. 

[Muad'Dib]...Five...[Felix]...Fifty.. 

[Muad'Dib]...Five.. 

[Felix]...in the early 

And the shadow on my lawn becomes a midget 

As the sun comes rolling along 

A little bit more hustle 

As I nod to my neighbors 

They have no idea that they could be in this song 

Their cool is still the dopest person out there 

My mother 

She accepts me for my rap 

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 on...(Muad'Dib)...Five.. 

[Felix]...PM on this day 

I'm driving by 

Driving away 

Driving to say 

That my throat hurts from all the talking and really no work 

And everybody is 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 

And never really ends 

It just twists and unfolds saying.. 



[chorus x4] 

[musical interlude, fades out]