As other rappers make stacks
And I am rapping ****
Out my head I lack
I snack on other words
By rappers that share brains with birds
Some know words but most don't
Some hum like a ***
That can't speak
They are too weak
To say to the faces of others
And do races to impress their mothers
I just write to a cheap mic
And spit words in the light
And I fight to work my way to flight
A flight of fame, like an artwork frame
Moves on, hold me down and I stay
Underground like a mole
In a hole of debt
As I crept through and hold
No attention to me and I see
That I am alone and I owe
It to you, not known
Words out, words in
But they flow
Out the other side
Thought I lied
Crept out and set em' aside
Oh
I'm an underground legend
And you just don't know
Creeping out from my bunker
Take one last shot and dunk her
But I won't stop
Not the cops can stop this hip hop
This song will go on
Not too long, you aren't wrong
I may not be the best
But you haven't seen the rest
Better yet I crawling out my nest
I will ace this everlasting test
Criticism and words don't hurt
I have a word proof vest
Crawling out the gutter and the dirt
I will be the first to legit come out
And make a hit as I spit rhymes
Managing my time not spending a dime
For producers or anybody else
That is how I felt since the start
Want my work to be true art
The goal is far but I follow the stars
Faster than a car, what they are
Constant raging temptations
Engaging enemy nations
It is just a new war
What for? That store
Blew to the floor as they kicked in the door
They tore the carpet and broke the glass
They burned the grass and stole the stash
Took the cash and burned them to ash
Drive away, whiplash
Google maps, doing laps
Find the way or we will stay
Here all day, ay
Tell me the facts
That you black and can rap
Better than me, I'm bad
But I can at least rap mad
What you had to tell
Burnin' in hell
Your soul fell while mine rose
What I chose is to sell those
Tracks in which blast on Bose
Heavy bass, this rap race is almost complete
And you can't compete with this bitter sweet
Receipt of my offbeat off sync beats
In which produce heat knocking you off your feet
Discrete feet running away as I stay and play
This track is too fast, what you lack
Is the ability in which you are whack
Yeah
New car outside, set your check aside
Brand new ride, flipping burgers and pullin' fries
Card declined, just gettin' by but that car is mine
Rapping inside, as I hide
Underground what you found
Is a legend bound for success
Passed this test as I check
To see what the heck
That is, be my guest
Steer left, break their neck
Keep going, don't stop
Beep the horn we got a cop