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Ayo, calling all self -acclaimed
underground heads
J -Live and
Rob
Swift are serving out cold reds
For all of y 'all taking hip
-hop for a joke
You're about to get your underground
pass revoked and seen
Somewhere in between
stage left and stage right
Is a lyrical, terroristic, accord stage right
To any and all that grab mics, ask light -light
If that's your
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MC or was it last night
Cause when you half -assed and
you make your fans wait
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You don't master crowd, son,
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Whether you claim to
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mass appeal or too real
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If you stink up the show, son,
Em
But still you got cats that
perpetrate whack sounds
That hide behind stacks and
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With no account for taste,
easily replaced
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And names so common they
should be a pronoun
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Us ing big words tryna sound profound
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And screaming real loud to
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you scare girls out the club
Em
Back away from the stage
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Em
and put the mic down
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You can scream underground
till your voice runs out
But do you really know
what this shit is about?
Yo, you gotta work hard to
find the right route
Make songs people wanna
throw fits about
Cause the rich act poor and
the poor claim rich
Whatever sound cooler make
the weaker mind switch
If you wanna make the label
or an indie 12 bitch
When you frontin' on the mic you
still the industry's bitch
Em
Leave it to the profes
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sionals that earn they clout
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Because they care how
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they sound comes out
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If you claim not to know
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what I'm talking about
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Rob
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Swift to remove all doubt
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Ayo, calling all self -acclaimed
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Rob
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Swift are serving out
cold reds.
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For all of y 'all taking hip -hop for a joke,
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you're about to get your underground pass
revoked.
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Cause see, somewhere in between that's dope and that's whack,
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a airborne virus designed
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to attack, the essence of hip -hop and what it stands for,
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dividing it up by what's rich
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was poor, claiming that shows was poison and was pure,
but using that model you could never
be sure, there's those that claim rich and can't afford to break free,
and those that
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claim poor that can't claim to
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MC, the still major label acts
Em
that still come with it,
and still independent cats that ain't worth shitting,
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both sides of the fence got biters,
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played out vets and new jacks that need to get they styles tighter,
some of these big deal big
bill run of the mill pop
MC's are decent strong writers,
and some of these die hard cats that
say lately for that are too
lazy so they still fall flat
You can scream underground
till your voice runs out
But do you really know
what this shit is about?
Yo, you gotta work hard to
find the right route
Make songs people wanna
throw fits about
Cause the rich act poor and
the poor claim rich
Whatever sound cooler make
the weaker mind switch
If you wanna make the label
or an indie 12 bitch
When you frontin' on the mic you still the
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industry's bitch
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The real deal, your word is porn,
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all you fake playas and pimps, give y 'all the other side
Outro 1
of the game.
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