Woke Up, Pt. 2 (Make Good)

Yo, it's a dirty game and I don't like playin
But I'll roll my sleeves up, these is just the times we in
The wipers sent rain drops across the glass
The snipers purpose is to blast, nigga mine too, yo
Shawty acting different lately, something like a different lady
I'm just tryna figure out what happened like investigators
Fluctuate like elevators, ups and downs
Her voice was melodic, how I loved the sound
Outta town, different time zones, underneath the same sky
Ask me how I do it, I was made fly
Beige tie go with the grey fives, at least the way I'm rockin it
The coup cruise smooth like a rocket ship
Ayo, I woke up, already late, still had to roll up
My last few girls ain't read Huey so we broke up
I had to hit the booth again, prior to the show stuff
The mic was on fire, short wired, then it blew up
Stepped out the spot, unscathed, they can't rock how I'm kickin it
The message came through like antennas was equipped
The beat skipped, I made the earth shift
Study like Malcolm in Michaux's, that's how I learned this

Yo, take notes and learn this, my words is like nourishment
Heat like the furnace is, everything I make good
The pieces fit together like a tape should
The track was like a map the way I skate through it
Real niggas relate to it

Furthermore, fuck with pure power like a hoverboard
When it's time for action make it happen I discover more
Running sore, tryna go faster
Centuries of get-back directed at the masters of capital
It's a given, spit the actual factuals
The syntax natural, device deployed tactical
The research was rational, results was spectacular
Slank world renowned for the sharpest vernacular, it's like that
Once I touch the mic the mode combat
Studied all the math to ensure I trek the right path
The night lapsed to day, I still heard my music playing in distance
Shawty called and said she loved the way I kicked it on that last tape
I told her be patient, it really take time to reach greatness
My vision been clearer than some LASIK, laser focus
Slank the dopest in my genre
Always known to make it good when I wanna
Yo, I woke up, already late, still had to roll up
My last few girls ain't read Fanon so we broke up
I had to hit the booth again, prior to the show stuff
The mic was on fire, short wired, then it blew up
Stepped out the spot, unscathed, they can't rock how I'm kickin it
Message came through like antennas was equipped
The beat skipped, I made the earth shift, yo
Study like Malcolm in Michaux's, that's how I learned this

Yo, take notes and learn this, my words is like nourishment
Heat like the furnace is, everything I make good
The pieces fit together like a tape should
The track was like a map the way I skate through it
Real niggas relate to it