Текст песни Pop Da Brown Hornet f Smoke, Tanesse - The Undaground Emperor
Pop Da Brown Hornet f Smoke, Tanesse - The Undaground Emperor слова песни
[Intro: Pop Da Brown Hornet]Yo, I`m The Undaground EmperorMy albums for every body on the planetThis is hip hop right hereNYC, from outta Shaolin, New YorkWe bring you, The Undaground Emperor, babyHold on, hold on[Tanesse]Duck for cover, deep from up underIt`s The Undaground EmperorRugged style inventorShaolin representerFrom GP The Grain, recognize the namePoppy Da leavin niggas slang[Pop Da Brown Hornet]No more procrastinating, I`m sick and tired of waitinFor my turn and burn, I gotta skip the line, I gotta go for mine I`m only intact, with actual factPop Da Brown gotta get his, now that Shaolin`s on the mapCuz I was there in the trenches, rockin consequencesWhile cats was in their house brainstormingYour family at the park, fillin under age performinStapleton held it down, parish through a swarminA GP affiliate, always kept it militantAlways known for bringin it, and thru the bullshitI kept it lyrically fit, eager to spitKicked about four bars, left MC`s scared and shitThey were either scared of the rhymes, or scared of the cliqueIf you was soft in `86, you was just another vict`But then we fought with fists, but now with clipsNo Gladiators or regulators, we got the Bloods and the CripsWhen the drug game died out, this game chips sproutedIt`s sad how the black man is easily regardedBut I can`t the world, I only change meYou see, I went from a nice to a lethal MC[Interlude: Smoke]What the fuck yo? This is dangerFuck y`all niggas is lookin at?Ya niggas don`t know, ya niggas better act like ya knowThis is Shaolin, Stapleton right herePoppy Da killin this shit[Pop Da Brown Hornet]Let it be known, exit the stoneWhen I die, burn me with two turntables and a microphoneThat`s all I ask for is an MC burialI live to die rubble, muthafuck a medalOr a 21 gun salute, it`s really not neededA product of the projects, consist to stay weededI told them I would do it, and if they chose not to believe itNow they toke behind my back and label me conceitedAnd mad they can`t do it like The Undaground EmperorTakin MC`s out since the 49 CenterTakin MC`s out way back in high schoolEven took some MC`s out on the block, callin the twoRugged and raw, down to the coreTappin ya jaw, now ya pickin ya self off the floor[Tanesse]Duck for cover, deep from up underIt`s The Undaground EmperorRugged style inventor[Pop Da Brown Hornet]Tossin MC`s like dice, crushin em like iceFuck a freestyle, I`m chargin them niggas the full priceI spit the head banger, boogie wally, spittin dirtI`m writin lyrics overtime, stay puttin it workDedicated like the sweat shop, fuck the next stopI`m takin the express all the way to successAnd when I get there, I`m blazin up a pound of cessSee I`mma die somethin, but it won`t be stressThey ain`t nuthin like livin it up, not given a fuck90 cents away from a buck, that shit suckNickel and dimin, state to state rhyminOn the fucked up label that keeps that ass wininThat shits for the birds livin off bread and waterHalf time is over, let`s start the third quarterSo I can start the slaughter, put these MC`s out of orderThere life spendin is shorter[Outro: Pop Da Brown Hornet]Word up, peace to that nigga SmokePeace to the nigga Su (Stapleton, Park Hills)Word is bond, peace to the nigga Rae (West Brighton, New Brighton)Knowhatimean, peace to all them cats from Stapletills(Jungle Nills)(The whole Shao-lills, for reals, Pop Da Brown, gettin downFor the muthafuckin crown, Undaground Emperor, five style inventor)On real deals, all my click, hold it down, around the streetsAll day every day baby, only the big cats liveOnly cats