I see what's comin
Madd brothers will be bumming
After the math
The drug lords brought the wrath
Of those of us who once thought
We needed to be weeded
Bust, dust made that head bust
I remember came after
Cheba cheba had you wide like
A receiver
What looks like fire is ice
Fall for the flame
Catch it twice like Jerry Rice. Nice
Against odds
I recognize it is the cards
Hard to be played back the jack of
Spades
Bridge
Ashes to ashes blunts to blunts
Some of these geez ain't real
I seen em once
Upon a time
So many rappers and not enuff rhymes
I hope they around next year but I fear
I'm all time and I'm down
For the ruffness
But what good is the rhyme
Without substance
Chorus
I rather be the underdog
Verse!!
Nobody savin the time
The rhyme never thanks
Who be givin
Ravin who on top of the charts
Grabbin the Gavin
Now I can't use my name
Half the body be dancing head swoll
But one thing I can do is finger roll
The hit list grows like Pete Rose
As I rise above who you recognize
I wanna know that disguise
Who are you?
And wher'd you come from?
See how you run
First on a verse I gets vertical
Flip works like a grammatical gigolo
A head from many years ago
I brought the noise on the are & B boys
The chronological
Or the ghetto celeb
Never claimed the best
Nor was I great at finesse
But everything is everything
And everything is real
It appears I shift gears
To the ears of my peers
No appeal
Chorus
I'd rather be the underdog
Verse iii
I'm low maintenance
The picture I'm paintin
Is just intelligence
Not another nitwit
You can get with
Self haters, traitors
Thinking now that later
Turned they head
Dissin something that I said
I get ill on a beat track
Make me wanna go back
Way back
Where it's not a trace of Baba
Unplugged tempos
From the drugged temple
Chorus
I rather be the underdog
Bridge
Ashes to ashed, bluntz to bluntz
Some of these geez ain't real
I seen em once
So many rappers and not enuff rhymes
I hope they around next year
And I fear
Little is known why I beckon & moan I see what's comin Madd brothers will be bumming After the math The drug lords brought the wrath Of those of us who once thought We needed to be weeded Bust, dust made that head bust I remember came after Cheba cheba had you wide like A receiver What looks like fire is ice Fall for the flame Catch it twice like Jerry Rice. Nice Against odds I recognize it is the cards Hard to be played back the jack of Spades Bridge Ashes to ashes blunts to blunts Some of these geez ain't real I seen em once Upon a time So many rappers and not enuff rhymes I hope they around next year but I fear I'm all time and I'm down For the ruffness But what good is the rhyme Without substance Chorus I rather be the underdog Verse!! Nobody savin the time The rhyme never thanks Who be givin Ravin who on top of the charts Grabbin the Gavin Now I can't use my name Half the body be dancing head swoll But one thing I can do is finger roll The hit list grows like Pete Rose As I rise above who you recognize I wanna know that disguise Who are you? And wher'd you come from? See how you run First on a verse I gets vertical Flip works like a grammatical gigolo A head from many years ago I brought the noise on the are & B boys The chronological Or the ghetto celeb Never claimed the best Nor was I great at finesse But everything is everything And everything is real It appears I shift gears To the ears of my peers No appeal Chorus I'd rather be the underdog Verse iii I'm low maintenance The picture I'm paintin Is just intelligence Not another nitwit You can get with Self haters, traitors Thinking now that later Turned they head Dissin something that I said I get ill on a beat track Make me wanna go back Way back Where it's not a trace of Baba Unplugged tempos From the drugged temple Chorus I rather be the underdog Bridge Ashes to ashed, bluntz to bluntz Some of these geez ain't real I seen em once So many rappers and not enuff rhymes I hope they around next year And I fear Explain Request ×
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