This week’s underground hip-hop track of the week is 8 am Bluez, my favorite track of Core Rhythm’s new album “Ronin.” A review for “Ronin” is coming soon, so in the meantime click below to listen to the song:

And follow along with the lyrics after the break.

[Verse 1]
Ring the alarm 8 a.m. has arrived/
April 29th and fuck I’m still alive/
Too much of a coward to commit suicide/
So I just bitch about the pressure that’s applied/
Perils that preside on my hives as a scribe/
Proletariat pros, grunts from the inside/
Behind bricks say fall time it ticks/
Maladjusted misfit live by my wits/
Pride keeps me on couch slothly slouch/
I’m better than menial laboring to feed my mouth/
Serial barrower/
Owe more folks than 40 acres and a mule promisers/
A commoner/
With common issues in common with the fact/
Common sense ain’t so common, in fact quite rare/
‘Cause if I had it, I would realize/
The Darwinistic doctrine is to leave your soul impaired/

[Chorus]
What do I do?/
Can’t press snooze on these 8 a.m. blues/
Trying to find the clues/
Oh so confused by these 8 a.m. blues/
What do I do?/
Can’t press snooze on these 8 a.m. blues/
Pains of the slave man’s shoes/
Oh so confused by these 8 a.m. blues/

[Verse 2]
Used to have a girl who was down for the cause/
‘Til the cause became Nathan butter steady paws/
Codependent as fuck, enhance each other’s flaws/
Rude resentment to let bubble like a sauce/
Separate but together, dead words heartless tones/
Disconnected love making, obligatory moans/
Her claim was that I did not acknowledge all her groans/
Was too wrapped up in my dreams of spittin’ urban poems/
Smiled to stone grills, cheated with blue quills/
Artistic adultery practiced with no frills/
She left on a Sunday, gathered her broke will/
Now I’m left with memories of cold and a spine chill/
I did that man shit, said ‘Now she ain’t real’/
Knowing the truth, eagle could love kill/
Don’t commit your heart – son you will get nailed/
‘Cept hows, whys, and whats, life at a standstill/

[Chorus]
What do I do?/
Can’t press snooze on these 8 a.m. blues/
Trying to find the clues/
Oh so confused by these 8 a.m. blues/
What do I do?/
Can’t press snooze on these 8 a.m. blues/
Pains of the slave man’s shoes/
Oh so confused by these 8 a.m. blues/