Jay-z - Light Sleeper lyrics

[Intro: DJ scratching] Ah, here we go [Verse 1] Yeah I know I'm an emotionally disturbed person People think I'm talkin' to myself when I'm rehearsin' on the rhyme A ma** productionist A ma** production matador, pan it more to the left, there you go Minimize the synthe-sizer wiser when I wind up for the pitch But I don't pitch a b**h Cause sales get derailed and towed He owed an abundance of cash Damn, I let it go He was my man I tried to trust him, but I busted him Twice, in my trash can and I'm askin' I don't need psychology to see The dichotomy in me Knew something was fishy But I'm better than wishy washy or topsy turvy It kinda irked me that I caught him sleepin' Cause I try to be wide awake But he slows it down So I can't dilate and show that I'm bigger than that But I also have to consider the fact that opposed to him Not being the right peeper, I'm a light sleeper [Hook] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up But I'm a light sleeper, I'm a light sleeper Wake up, don't sleep But I'm a light sleeper, I'm a light sleeper Wake up, wake up But I'm a light sleeper, I'm a light sleeper Wake up, wake up I'm a light sleeper, I'm a light sleeper [Verse 2] So what do it mean when I reach maturity And still see that I'm not the mayor of my mayonnaise The master of my milieu At least I have a swing and a few things on my mind It's never a good nighty night Just a rise 'n' shine Why's the rhyme so important? Why do I have to be so potent and blow the microphone without chokin'? I don't I'm arrogant and outspoken Mouth no token I'm just a roust about I have a house and clout but I don't come tight But it's routine since few fiend for true hip hop It's a trip when I drop my style And forget it and forget where I got it from And how I got 'em sprung, cause I'm Stuck on myself and I depend on my luck and wealth for health matters So I don't explode with stress I'll serve you an elf platter They'll tell me that my sh** is fatter than the first But I'm a light sleepin' rapper in a hearse [Hook with variations] [Verse 3] I don't wear sarongs in my songs I diss the skirts in verses And I used to measure my demeters with clever pentameters But I bounced like a pogo and I'm solo with the hobos A nocturnal colonel in a journal I put fly kids' eyelids to rest a detour For deep sleep when I freak beats I snap like a defective contraceptive and my sleep Will be light, so you'll know that I'm tight [Hook with variations]