Feb 11 UPDATE - I added some voice-overs to the track to make it iller than it really is...peep, NOW.
I am the shit
If a bunch of your friends decide to start a "label" over the internet, it is not a real record label. Do not title it [Blah] Productions when you have no official way of producing shit. So quit e-mailing me asking for my demo (I don't have one anyway), because all you want is my shit on a CD cuz you have no CD Burner. :)
Lyrics
“Underground Anthem”
M. Johnson
Hip Hop may be dead, but the down here, we’ve just begun
The soft come by thousands, but the elite includes some
If you don’t like the UG, ya transparent: I see right through ya
(YES!) Another day recording in front of my computer
I see producers shutting down cuz they think they’ve been robbed
What the fuck? Don’t tell me this is your full time job
On ghetto block, I improvise, ain’t nothing better
Don’t tell me to stop, been hypnotized; I do this for the pleasure
Cats who are like thirty wanna get rough and get dirty
Motherfucker, you ain't half close to being worthy
Well, sorry, man, I’m ‘bout half ya age
And I’d still take ya out if you were carrying a twelve gauge
You can’t stop this, you another wack emcee
Manufactured in a motherfucking factory
Cuz I’m not full, I'm a less individual?
FUCK YOU! I love the way that I’m livin’, fool
[Chorus]
I wouldn’t want this any other way
I consider this a hobby no matter what others say
I’m just having fun, ain’t no pro shit going down
I don’t fuck around, ain’t no other sound of the underground
Some say you gotta be born in the projects
It’s a constant concept with the wrong mind set
No proof topic which implies ya misinformed logic
I’m from Ventura and flawless as fiber-optics
They say I didn’t live with roaches and rats
They ain’t spittin’, they writin’ down my stats
This game takes the most skill, why even accuse it?
Every blue moon, some nasty niggas try and abuse it
But no, you cannot fuck with my underground
And no, you cannot fuck with this rugged sound
All ya’ll motherfuckers, ya’ll know we grimy
All ya’ll motherfuckers best step behind me
This is the place where all the true shit begins
This is place where you will make ya closest friends
And all those fake niggas who claim they gonna hurt ya:
The underground don’t like ya, just stay commercial
[Chorus]
Let me be the first to welcome you to my realm
Evidently I’m coincidently controlling the helm
Walk around cautious, cuz niggas here are jobless
Shakin ya hand wit one and the other snatchin ya wallet
And our shit be polished till our be solid
UG is the best, fuck what you call it
Bitch, ass, shit, fucker we gots to cuss
That’s the only the way we niggas can sound tough
Some need a car, all I need a bike
Some need a studio, all is I need a mic
If I left, the industry would use me as a decoy
I know when I’m long gone, this will be destroyed
Making beats with toys and just hollering noise
It’d just be the old rap game with a lot less poise
If I see hate in you, I still pursue my mission
Odds are: ya raps are full of politickin’
If you wanna clash with me, you askin’ for a catastrophe
And I ain’t as soft as the typical wack emcee
You like a snake with no rattle, a state with no capitol
Ya be knockin’ on the wood next time you wanna battle
[Chorus]
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