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Underdog underdog where you at
Under the city in the sewer with the rats 
Looking up at the folks with the racks
Laying by they table and I'm begging

Still getting played by these dusty hoes 

Don't trust that hoe she too social 
Don't trust a nigga of you move Like a hoe do 
They a run they mouth about

I'd like, I'd like to start by sayin' baby welcome to my world
And I'm happy it's official I'm your man and you're my girl
But I think that just

I slapped off one 
No heddie 
Hit him in his belly
Don’t think he was ready
Bro just slapped off the semi
Shh shh got saved by heli 
Just got my load

1:
Rich street niggas them the ones that i like
Ride S550s or the ones on them bikes, huh
Riding with them guns spend a ton on the ice
Throw me 10 fa

this fabric backdrop
Pioneers using rusted axes clear the way up and down
Draw the maps let the paved streets glisten
And on it will go now
Ooh Ooh Ooh

kept by you
In the darkness yet to light
Look me in the eyes

Don't say you're in love then throw it away
Don't say you're enough just to fold it again

Refrain instrumental

Chorus

Ride with us with pride and honor
on the dusty roads and streets we roar
Ride with us with love and respect
we are an outlaw

mention my name, everybody
Getting the drum, for fun, look
I don't let a fuck nigga by me
Cuz they just wanna be under a King
Like Kyrie
Niggas took

of our lives
And ate lots of cans of beans
We tracked em to a town
Of leftovers virtually untouched by the hands of time

The street were dusty

AN ANSWER TO VARIOUS BARDS - BY BANJO PATERSON


WELL, I'VE WAITED MIGHTY PATIENT WHILE THEY ALL CAME ROLLING IN, 
MISTER LAWSON, MISTER DYSON,

The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part A

IT WAS PLEASANT UP THE COUNTRY, MR. BANJO, WHERE YOU WENT,
FOR YOU

drift past the dusty red Jesus
And out to the Dipteran plant sanctuary

Glistening Ornithurines and street mutts alike
Beetles of luridly colors that bite

A bang resounds in the street
And the boys came out in a hurry.
The roaring machines dashing on the cracked road.

They drove until the night,  joined by

c burning band, she rubs the ring on her left hand
Unseen inside, a dirty door she lingers by
c dusty frame, a monument to her story
Pleasure

the stairs
On wings of love and doom
Cradled by the room
And carpets dance out the door
And streets fold like lawns
And lost poets hear the call
And the moon

Let's take a walk down a dusty lane
We could sit by the river in the middle of the day
And watch the world go by just you and I
Across the field

cock-blocked by destiny
And fist-fucked by fate
But I'm slowly turning into everything
I know that you hate
These streets are a carcass
We watch the flies buzz

sneakers being dropped by jets
Onto telephone wires
Every day I look up at them
And they grow a little higher

It's these dusty attic blues
It's the printed

here on one days
Only get out there stick right one way
Moonshine and whisky by the truckload
City boy trying keep that paint shine
Redneck slingin mud

See I come from a place not far from here
Where everybody knows my name
Where the, the streets are dusty and the roads are long
And you've got

chaikovsky
TLC, no I don't want no scum, MIB
Play it by ear, Van Gogh, adlib
Shit I'm pun-stoppable, yadada-mean
The grass is green, eggs and ham
Sam I am,

this work is my love,


Jam -EL coming up I'm the one,
I'm a krytonian I don't need to lie I'm a god,  
Axolotl Primemates beat clocks by
Holding Garudas

In a dusty old town, where the sun beats down,
There's a boy with a heart weighed down by frowns.
His daddy's fists are like thunder in the night,