Day in the L.I.F.E.

[Verse 1: Ichiban]
At the crack of dawn I awaken from my slumber
Eyes high-jumpin’ stomach aching from the hunger
Make my way to the kitchen and open up the fridge
Goin’ through cabinets when I know there ain’t shit
So I put on some jeans and throw on a crisp tee
Strap on some kicks lock up the pad and hit the streets
Struttin’ down [?] until I reach the [?]
Just in time to catch the 7 and take a seat in the back
If this bus could talk it wouldn’t shut the hell up
The million and one stories that it would tell of
Next stop requested, gotta feed the food box
Then I’m off to wax tracks down the street a few blocks
Fingertips dirty from diggin’ in the crates
A pile full of vinyl listenin’ for breaks
Searchin’ for rarities in every category
Cop the hot shit then it’s back to the laboratory

[Chorus: Ichiban]
Lately I’ve been thinkin’ that it’s time to get to work
Concoct, conduct, create, compose
And I won’t stop until I’m six feet in the dirt
Practice, perform, netwok, promote

[Verse 2: Ichiban & Mane Rok]
Fingers make magic on the MPC’s
All out for an hour or three while I finish the beat
Fill out a concept and let the pen flow
Write three verses and the hook to keep it simple
Then let it come out in a most natural way
All in one take I capture it on tape
Then break away, time check, it’s almost day
Crew callin’ me makin’ sure that I ain’t late

Ichi where you at?
You need me to swoop you up?

Yup, just give me an hour to shower and get suited up
Do the routine, freestylin’ while I’m washing off
Then I’m in the closet pulling out the year I want to rock
Lookin’ prim prop top notch when I step outside
See Mane Rok out front sittin’ in his ride
[?] in the nick of time finally get to the got
Then squeeze through the long line they just let us walk in

[Chorus: Ichiban]
Lately I’ve been thinkin’ that it’s time to get to work
Concoct, conduct, create, compose
And I won’t stop until I’m six feet in the dirt
Practice, perform, netwok, promote

[Verse 3: Ichiban]
Head inside and the venue’s packed to the max
What’s on the ones and twos spinnin’ the wax
The rest of L.I.F.E. Crew’s at the bar gettin’ twisted
So to catch up I’ll have to double fist it
Take two to the dome, roam ‘round and get pounced
A circle forms and all of the breakers start to get down
I’m walking ‘round goin’ “good lord” and “wohday”
It’s poppin’ off and the crowd is filled with shortays
Make my way backstage to see
Who’s been gettin’ chief tolkin’ bud inside of the green room
It’s like a scene straight out of Cheech and Chong
Then I hear someone on stage yellin’ Ichiban
I’m feelin’ good and the mood is right tonight
So I rush the stage and I snatch the mic device
Beat drops, words flow from the tip of my tongue
Nasty tongue to show ‘em I’m as sick as they come

[Chorus: Ichiban]
Lately I’ve been thinkin’ that it’s time to get to work
Concoct, conduct, create, compose
And I won’t stop until I’m six feet in the dirt
Practice, perform, netwok, promote

[Outro: voice samples]
Life music
L-I-F-E
L-O-V-E-L-I-F-E
L-I-F-E