Lyrics:
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yeah
Best rapper in Africa yeah I'm really popping
Niggas really asking why I'm being so cocky
You should ask your sister why
a money machine
Your girl like Gumby, how she bends over, fuck me
It seems that I've struck a nerve, I'm a boss, there's no one I'm employed by
That's
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nigga bigger
From the motherfuckin' underground
So step but you better step quick
'Cause the clocks
of mercury, ah. oh
Ah things ain't what they used to be
What about this over crowded land
How much more abuse from man can she stand?
Oh mercy, mercy
of mercury, ah. oh
Ah things ain't what they used to be
What about this over crowded land
How much more abuse from man can she stand?
Oh mercy, mercy
lethal plus we taking over
I’m getting older so I live by the new slogan
That Philly shit the barrel smoke will leave your head open
It’s open season
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
downfall ayy
I've changed too much, yeah that's what they tell me
Cause I don't live by your rules, ayy
Pull out the spear like Scorpion
Get over here bitch,
best friend, my roommate and groomsman
Both redeemed from the underground rhyme scene,
Now with our minds clean we devised rhyme schemes
To shine
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
them city light's
Sho nuff I'm surrounded by the glow master of the flow
Dealin' faces of death from the Tarrot
Mind on my money I got 20/20 focus
at all I climbed the ladder
But I like the low-key underground coz there's less drama
Why you struggling to flee from that one ADDICTION
Yet you making
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
niggaz stinkin'
I'm the only allspring of a bad beam
Motivated by mad greed, I make the pad bleed
A bad seed from a rotten apple
Preacher talk shit get
a president'll be a swat guy
That's like choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by
A drank and some hot fries
Slowly eating me up from inside to outside
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
What a surprise G gz up
Underground back to upside yo this is a town
So get this (so so so)
So that's me Sevenyoungold
Stop, hold what a fuck i told
a double cross of course, I'm hearing guns letting off from somewhere else
I'm ready to get involved with the revolving [?] warehouse all by myself
I dive
off from somewhere else
I'm ready to get involved with the revolving [?] warehouse all by myself
I dive underground finding rounds
[?]
Driven underground
By their hate
Disgust for me
Fuck society, fuck
I'll dine with the rats
Rats, alone
Abandoned in the catacombs
Is how I spend my
stop us from taking over
The underground's how it goes
Even though we get more hooch than
A concert with Mike Jones (Mike Jones)
Give me the microphone
Drifting out of space, I'm a spaceman Tripping over words, put my face in the pavement
Welcome to the underground, welcome to the basement It's the truth so
don't even know what Smash means
Go and ask your wife
You and I might be alike in
Getting chased by a chick
But when I run from a girl it's
Not the one
you listen here than nouns started somewhere underground
Fucked your thot in lost and found
Hate my tolerance smoke by the pound
Double inhale yeah high
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