Mornin' Rise

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De La Soul

De La Soul is an American hip hop trio formed in 1987 on Long Island, New York. The band is best known for their eclectic sampling, quirky lyrics, and their contributions to the evolution of the jazz rap and alternative hip hop subgenres. The members are Kelvin Mercer, David Jude Jolicoeur and Vincent Mason, known under a variety of nicknames. The three formed the group in high school and caught the attention of producer Prince Paul with a demo tape of the song "Plug Tunin'". more »

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Yes, good mornin' (Good mornin')
'Cause the party don't stop (till the breakadawn)
And we won't go pop (uh-uh, never that)
Yeah, what's your name, dog? (Raheem DeVaughn)
Who you rocking with? (Yes, I'm rocking with the best)
What else do they call us? (De La, baby, baby)
Ain't no and, ifs, or maybes
It's the uncut that will pick you up

For my mornin' rise
I hop straight out of my bed to clear my head and my mornin' eyes
I was swollen in size
So I'm pulled back to the bed to my girl who's mornin' thighs
And it's no surprise
We spend another hour curled up intertwined like curly fries
Yet it's hard to stay, too much to do, too much to brew in my pot
The stew that I got I want to share with all
Yet I find many things that got me on stall, keep me on slow
Someone upfront, you better give chase
So I pick up the pace to pick up the dough
'Cause sometimes the bread comes in bits and crumbs
I spend half the day throwing fits in thumbs
On the keys of the BlackBerry trying to get a handle on my biz
Callouses from holding on so tight
And the days grow long when something goes wrong that felt so right
My neck's in pain from holding the heavy head up
Lay the chin up, trying to stay the pin-up
On the walls of your mind
Top Five, we drop live on every stage touched
As well as the life pumping your chest clutch
Let me know you a fan of the brand
So I keep with the plan
I keep moving

Don't let your burdens keep you down
Wait till the mornin', things will get better in the mornin'
Keep your head up, things will come around
Wait till the mornin', things will get better in the mornin'
Don't let your burdens keep you down
Wait till the mornin', it's got to get better in the mornin'
Keep your head up, things will come around
Wait till the mornin', things come around better in the mornin'

Good mornin'!
This is the perfect jam to start your day
Good mornin'!
Press "Play" on this right after you pray
Good mornin'!
Stop yawning
Got to get up because you reap what you sow
Good mornin'!
And if you take too long to see the yawn
You can't get that dough
Good mornin'!
Stay diligent
But know when to leave when the opportunity knocks
Good mornin'!
I think I'm gonna go out tonight and party on the block

Good God, girl, whoo!
Hey, little mama, tell me what's your name
I'm Radio Raheem
And I want to see you two-step to the De La thang

Don't let your burdens keep you down
Wait till the mornin', things will get better in the mornin'
Keep your head up, things will come around
Wait till the mornin', things will get better in the mornin'
Don't let your burdens keep you down
Wait till the mornin', it's got to get better in the mornin'
Keep your head up, things will come around
Wait till the mornin', things come around better in the mornin'

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Good mornin', good afternoon
Summer's in the rear, now we crafting tunes
Imagine how many stacks to relax the goons
Who be after that harvest that done lapsed in June
And perhaps if we all collapsed in saloons
Popping corks, front page in the last Tribune
And the headline read "He'd been acting the coon"
But I was asleep catching Z's in mittens
The season is written in cookbooks
I put a feast on a tab and let the youngs dogs indulge
Pardon the way we expand, it's the garden of bulge
It's the growth of self
See the price ain't changed on that MJ at Fifth
If crack don't get 'em, the rock's soon got 'em
As fast as a Rodham could set shop in Harlem
I'm setting up the camp and we gon' champion change
We gon' see if a grooveline advances the stage or if the curtain's on 'em
We're more certain when everybody's naked
Silk ties may make em feel better
But I get my connects via the fabric of respect
If that don't get them, we gon gather ever Tec
Every handgun, missile, wood hand and pistol
Embark on their doorsteps to mics
To mile them on some second-home shit, so God bless the child
And Lord tell my pops he made a man out of death
I got a ticket up to see him when I'm done here
It ain't even one year gone with more work to do
Now how the hell am I supposed to serve this through
Huh?

Don't let your burdens keep you down
Wait till the mornin', things will get better in the mornin'
Keep your head up, things will come around
Wait till the mornin', things will get better in the mornin'
Don't let your burdens keep you down (don't let 'em, no)
Wait till the mornin', it's got to get better in the mornin' (don't let your burdens keep you down)
Keep your head up, things will come around (keep your head up, baby, things will come around)
Wait till the mornin', things come around better in the mornin'

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

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