Every rapper in the house
Shut the fuck up
Every rapper in the house
Shut the fuck up
Every rapper in the house
Shut the fuck up
Don’t go against The Weathermen
You gonna get fucked up
And I ain’t fucked up now bluffin’ the basics
Left stuff in the Asics
From that kid puffin’ the Matrix
I let my brain cells fight it out until the lighter out
You ain’t even got hands to hold the guns you write about
Ain’t got a heater and why Cage need more than four fists
I stay puttin’ it down and don’t come off this
Complice not needed spray dolo with more
Letter combinations in my blood than K-Solo
LSD, THC, PCP
The only three I need left is GED
You know you can’t stand the manic
Even if you don’t get the picture the point of view’s still panoramic
Chemical organic leaf is cloudin’
Get your contact back in three plus two thousand
This is federal hate, the dead are awake, the medical’s great
This is the life of an underground rapstar
Get lots of brain but the birds are vain and peck at anything
This is the life of an underground rapstar
You spit it, you bit it, and then you got your car kitted, you get it
This is the life of an underground rapstar
Travel on somebody else’s dime and can still pull out the nine
This is the life of an underground rapstar
This is my brain on drugs, these are the drugs on my brain
I stab the shit out of Clyde
Just like I bludgeoned his dame
After I fucked her insane
That sex pistol got a chest to spray
The fuck you think my identity was born yesterday
Been the prince of leaks since the purple rain was in the street
I parted the projects with ???
In the Beamer, my gun next to drink in my glass
This incredible ho, lick on her incredible ass
Lick with care
Snake Plissken drift in and tear off
Escape from New York and come back when the ‘shish wear off
Personality pair off ‘til my skin frays
Been off for ten days, feel like two, still light blue
The blast Ferrari bed ain’t forgivin’ a ho for givin’ up sorry head
Vintage electronic and Barbie wed
Labels try to hype you up like you goin’ fight Royce
Like Def Jam fucked around and signed the wrong white boy
This is federal hate, the dead are awake, the medical’s great
This is the life of an underground rapstar
Get lots of brain but the birds are vain and peck at anything
This is the life of an underground rapstar
You spit it, you bit it, and then you got your car kitted, you get it
This is the life of an underground rapstar
Travel on somebody else’s dime and can still pull out the nine
This is the life of an underground rapstar
This is the life of an underground rapstar
This is the life of an underground rapstar
This is the life of an underground rapstar
This is the life of an underground rapstar
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