6 in the Morning
D12 Lyrics


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Good morning
Haha, wake your mother fucking asses up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleeping on my roof bitch!

For whatever it's worth it's worth me having my ass whipped
'Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished
I just can't get past these little peasants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit (Hawk)
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my passion
Is to smash anyone rapping without having a slapping
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
'Cause I'm telling you right now your not gonna like it
'Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pulling you with me
You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit be
These words stick to you like crazy glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I'm the beautiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?

[Chorus]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfucking join in
Everybody come on an


Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I'm walkin' gloves with a shotgun
Constantly popping slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a Holocaust to whoever ain't conscious
In a house full of dog shit,
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathing
You die quicker than mach speed without bleeding
It ain't about what you reading
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetings
Either that or we'll be beefing free when
You niggas need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is a boutique bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for Satan
You brave?

[Chorus]

Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
But so what this beef is like
'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these niggas squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seeing them white I empty out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphors I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
We can't self destruct
I've never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life

I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparking a fifth
Your carcass is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probably wish that you could be out shooting them G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on moving key's
But every time we hear you kick it
The only thing you selling is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back
And get your guts clapped outa your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get your gun and if you coming





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

D12's "6 in the Morning" is a rap song that features intense lyrics, a thumping beat and an aggressive tone throughout. The song starts with an aggressive wake-up call, followed by Eminem's verse where he talks about the challenges he has faced in the rap industry. The lyrics describe how he often finds it difficult to deal with the new wave of rappers who want to be raunchy and tough guys, yet they can't handle it when someone like him traditionally trained in Hip-Hop disses them. He hints at his frustration with this modern-day Hip-Hop, where rappers resort to violence instead of using it solely as a means to express themselves.


In the following verses, Swift, Bizarre, and Kon Artis take over, and they continue with the aggressive tone. They rap about topics that range from guns to tough guys who can't handle their fights. Even though the lyrics of the song may seem over the top and make people feel uncomfortable given the violent overtone, they don't support violent behavior. Instead, the lyrics are a reflection of the attitudes and manner of the Hip-Hop artists that the song represents.


In conclusion, "6 in the Morning" deftly showcases D12's skills as a rap group with their aggressive tone, thumping beat, and the lyrics that address issues faced by Hip-Hop artists. The song is quite intense and not for the faint-hearted as it features heavy use of explicit language and violent overtones.


Line by Line Meaning

Good morning
Wake up and start your day


Haha, wake your mother fucking asses up
Get out of bed, it's time to start the day with enthusiasm


Yo what is the what?
What's going on? What's happening?


Well come on then, you know what time it is
Let's get going, it's time to take action


Stop sleeping on my roof bitch!
Stop underestimating or disrespecting me


For whatever it's worth it's worth me having my ass whipped
I'm willing to endure the consequences for what I believe in


'Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished
I won't let anyone defeat me, I'll come out on top


I just can't get past these little peasants
I can't ignore these insignificant people who try to bring me down


That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
They desperately want to portray themselves as tough and rebellious


And they so mad they can't stand it
They are extremely angry and can't handle it


Cause we can and they can't spit (Hawk)
We have the ability to rap skillfully, unlike them


And they can't handle it like a man
They can't handle it maturely or with dignity


And that's when it just happens
That's when things escalate or become confrontational


And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?
I lose control and the situation becomes chaotic, and it's not something insignificant anymore


Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
The state of Hip-Hop loses its artistic value when it turns violent


Maybe I'm old fashioned but my passion
I may have traditional values, but I'm still passionate about my craft


Is to smash anyone rapping without having a slapping
I aim to outperform and defeat anyone who raps without substance


Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
I prefer expressing myself through writing, but I'm angry at the moment


But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
The extent of my anger and actions depends on how much provocation I receive


'Cause I'm telling you right now your not gonna like it
You won't be happy with the outcome of my response


'Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pulling you with me
If I lose control, I will make sure you face the consequences as well


You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit
When you provoke someone who's powerful, there will be consequences


These words stick to you like crazy glue
My words have a lasting impact on you


When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
When you try to insult me, it has no effect on me, just like bullets bouncing off a strong surface


I'm the beautiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
I'm incredibly talented and people will regret not appreciating me when I'm no longer around


Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally
Similar to an incident where Kieth Murray unintentionally harmed someone


I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?
I do this for my fellow members of the group, D12, and I want them to support me


Come on an everybody come on an
Everyone, join in and participate


Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Relax and let loose, get ready to enjoy


Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
We party and have a good time until early morning


Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawning
Stop being lazy and start being active


Cause we ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
We're going to party all night until 6AM


So have sing along with the words to the song an
Sing along and enjoy the lyrics of this song


If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
If you don't know the lyrics, just pretend and join in anyway


Fake like you know 'em motherfucking join in
Pretend like you know the lyrics and participate anyway


Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter
The media portrays me as someone who instigates conflicts


In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
In a situation with tension, it's difficult for me to be unarmed


Fuck slugs I'm walkin' gloves with a shotgun
I'm well-prepared and armed with a shotgun


Constantly popping slugs they hot son, better not run
I keep firing bullets aggressively, so you better not try to escape


The bosses of all bosses a Holocaust to whoever ain't conscious
I am the most powerful figure and I will bring destruction to those who are ignorant


In a house full of dog shit
In a place where there are many unpleasant things


I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathing
I represent darkness and death, and I will cause you to stop living


You die quicker than mach speed without bleeding
You will die swiftly, almost instantly without any visible wounds


It ain't about what you reading
It's not about what information you consume


When you meet me better speak like a season's greetings
When you encounter me, you better communicate respectfully and politely


Either that or we'll be beefing free when
Otherwise, we will engage in a conflict without hesitation


You niggas need a 'E' just to speak shit!
You need to be under the influence of drugs to talk nonsense


Your leader is a boutique bitch
The person leading you is weak and insignificant


Keep the heater where you can reach quick
Have your gun readily accessible


I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
I will shoot you from a distance and won't hide the fact that it was me


Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient
I committed the act with the mentality of someone who is mentally unstable


When glocks wave you can save that conversation for Satan
When guns are involved, there's no point in talking, just prepare for the worst


You brave?
Are you courageous enough to face the consequences?


Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
I've heard rumors that you guys dislike us


But so what this beef is like
But it doesn't matter, this conflict is similar to


'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
'What the hell is he trying to convey in his rap, Eminem?'


I can see that he's just a punk
I can clearly see that he's weak and insignificant


I mean these niggas squeeze on me
These guys try to intimidate or attack me


Please I'm seeing guts
Please, I'm not affected at all


I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
I don't need any additional enemies, I have a loyal group supporting me


Am I empty seeing them white I empty out them white to fight you
Am I lacking motivation? No, I will go to great lengths to confront you


In front of every reporter that I don't like
I will face you in front of the media, even if I don't like them


No need for metaphors I get yours across when I write
I don't need to use figurative language, I make my message clear through my writing


So emotions enough to say 'fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!'
My emotions are strong enough for me to express my dislike and disgust towards you


I might as well give this up like heavy sales
I might as well quit, like giving up on a difficult task


And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
I might as well leave the group D12 and abandon this marijuana joint


We can't self destruct
We can't destroy ourselves


I've never felt it this much
I've never experienced this level of emotion or intensity


Come on fellas, get up
Come on, guys, get up and join me


We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life
We have to fight as if it's our last night alive, just like Bugs Bunny in a desperate situation


I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off-a the hip
I walk with a noticeable limp, with a pistol hanging from my side


I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparking a fifth
I'm clumsy yet skilled and vicious when using a firearm


Your carcass is split even the beef is partially thick
I will cause severe damage to your body, even if the conflict between us is partially serious


We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
We can't consider you a serious threat, you're like a joke


You probably wish that you could be out shooting them G's
You probably envy those who engage in criminal activities


But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
But the only thing you're capable of shooting is empty conversations


I can't believe you speaking on moving key's
I can't believe you're talking about trafficking drugs


But every time we hear you kick it
But every time we listen to your rap


The only thing you selling is wolf tickets
The only thing you're promoting is false confidence or bravado


I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
I appear intimidating because people will try to challenge your courage


So when they bust you better bust back
So when they attack you, you better retaliate


And get your guts clapped outa your stomach
And get shot in the abdomen, causing severe damage to your organs


And when they want it (yeah)
And when they're ready for a confrontation


I bring a hundred niggas from runave
I will gather a large group of people from my neighborhood


So get your gun and if you coming
So be prepared with your weapon if you plan on challenging us




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: DENAUN M PORTER, LUIS RESTO, MARSHALL B III MATHERS, ONDRE C MOORE, VON M CARLISLE

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