Lyrics:
I woke up this
Morning feeling fucked up
What else is new? Like God be like
"To hell with you" to tell the truth
I ain't been to church in like three
her back then turn
Just her turn
I drop ten bands in Burch
I say oh my God
But she never been to church
She built like a goddess
Distracted by her
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
cool J
I'm sexy, Yous a Va J J
I've been needing a reason to give this trigger a good squeeze
Damn Mami, I'm the bees knees
Maybe you should scratch that
for some hours
'Bout 14 I start selling nicks
By 15 I got a felony
By 16 I got my driver's license start using J's car to pedal lean
College Park
Underground in they casket, ancestors turning
I'm learning something every day, there is no Lazarus
Words like God is Greek or Latin
So if you study Egypt,
on the other end
Danglin' by a noose on his neck
They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the scandal be
An underground nigga on Arista, now there is the family
bitches feel me
Cause I go by the name of (Catashtophy!)
This is how it goes down, check out he sound
Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?
we last it
Underground in they casket? Ancestors turning
I'm learning something every day, there is no Lazareth
Words like God is Greek or Latin
So
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
real
To the underground sound found with all your family garage
Battling for prestige by dising all those I can manage
The law of hiphop says no raping
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
and wasn't carryin
A camera
Before I told the world the truth, I shared
It with my grandma
She was disappointed, say she prayed for
Me in church
I was out
the slugs underground
I'm positive that we don't fuck around
No we go scooping up the diesel that's leaking a sinking tanker
Forever stuck at anchor like
Konichiwa bitches, yeah my motto
Fresh to death but I ain't
Takin' no press release photos
I got church at 9 AM sunday
Then brunch at noon, I do
My J's clean,
sessions
We name
Field hollers
Spirituals
The underground railroad
The blues
Jazz
Church
Dance
The chitlin' circuit
Prayer circles
Funk
Hip-hop
Holy ghosts
they walk in Egypt
But the people of God who assault the seas
And the Earth until the Church
Is off to see Him
Lemme jam it man, not by my own works
But
Up up
Can you
Overstand
Down deeper
From the underground
I was under-appreciated
Different content
With a unique style
And feeling down
Down a couple
One little, two little, three little indie rap
Headphones, backpack, watch 'em all
It goes watch out!
Jack the Ripper, Jack Jack the Ripper
Grandmaster Flash, Spoonie G and the Treach' Three
Fearless 4, spirit of hip-hop was etched in me
See, I was down, brah, but let me get down to
V-Town I was
surface
I need your acknowledgment
And I need me a scholarship
Them grants got me running with bulls
My goggles as red as the church's adversary
Banking
the dirt, too demonic for the church
I body any and everybody until the day they put my body in the earth
This is ghetto gossip while I work
Live from
shit else to offer, Baraka
I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa
I can't get a post, the copper so close
Less evil down here by tha dock
off the za and the rose
These women gon flock by the Hour
We swimming in rosé rivers
A nigga a boss in the game they calling me bowser
A nigga on top
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