Middle Finger to the Crowd
I do it for me, so f*** you.
Longtime underground emcee out of Columbus, Ohio, now based in Fort Lauderdale, Fl. Unsigned, lyrically centered hip-hop with a gangster flare. The voice of t
Story behind the song
This is where i belong... E.D.'s mixtape, Bobby Mercer coming soon along with the album
Lyrics
Title: “Middle Finger to the Crowd”
Artist: E.D.G.
Album: Bobby Mercer mixtape
Year: Summer 2007
Verse #1
This is where I belong, Yea I know right from wrong
But I don’t feel right ‘til I’m burning the pipe or the bong
My buddy, everywhere I go, my mic comes along
Weed and rap, that’s the formula I used in this song
Said it wasn’t my time to shine, but I think that it is
Money, time to find it quick, and I’m all bout my biz
Light a blizz, puff it in, break it up, stuff it in
Get it crunked, life’s a bitch, so life it up, that’s how we live.
Hold up, turn it up, bone thugs, I’m on drugs
Get at me if it’s about money, if not you’re on your own dog
I am what I am cuz our government is capitalistic
An asshole from the capitol that’s so absolutely gifted
Rhyme books collecting dust and I’m not givin’ a fuck
Got Ludacris forms of money so I’m still getting my cut
I do this cuz I love to, you don’t like it then fuck you
I’ma just puff this blunt and give me something rough to bump to
Chorus X 2
I do this for me, so fuck you
I’ma puff this blunt, give me something to bump to.
When I’m on stage, yeah I’m loud, best believe that I’m proud,
Middle finger to every motherfucker sitting in the crowd.
But you gotta admit, you love the swag of this white boy,
Mike Keaton analyzed my flow, he called it white noise.
Quality raps, no apologies kat
Illest white boy out Columbus, I’m supplying these facts.
‘Til my assassination, Hip hop’s my infatuation
I’ll break it and sign my name on the fuckin cast I gave it
I’m bout getting rich, any money scheme I’ll try it
But I’d rather drop a real album and have nobody buy it
Than to sell out, I’m going down the hell route
We bumpin this shit in the club, you don’t like it then get the hell out
Drunk off mad dog, there’s no cash in rap dog,
So I’m in college so I got something to fall back on
Got them hoes drunk, now its time to get my mack on
Another king of Columbus? Homeboy you got your facts wrong
I am he, fuck doin’ it for rap sales
I’d rather use it against you as a weapon for blackmail
Chorus X 2
I do this for me, so fuck you
I’ma puff this blunt, give me something to bump to.
When I’m on stage, yeah I’m loud, best believe that I’m proud,
Middle finger to every motherfucker sitting in the crowd.
