Lyrics Undisputed Underdogs - Jake Palumbo, Shabaam Sahdeeq

Undisputed Underdogs

I tried to tell ya, ya didn’t listen
So I’ma kick back and grab the last piece of chicken
The city & the country gave me a weird vernacular
But it’s backed money-back by the fact my rap’s spectacular
Forgive me, I’m not media-trained
I make an honest living but seeking seedier fame
Lawsuits, fly suits, multiple wives
I’ll be on the no-fly list by the time I close my eyes
I expend energy, you are just expendable
My technical ability and pen game’s commendable
And you just sit there like a got damn vegetable
I’m eating up Brussels sprouts, burning up broccoli
Check account swelling and the blogs start clocking me
Hard work conquers, back the f*** up off me
I’ve got a bad habit, of turning up in public
But I need that gasoline when I’m preaching to my subjects
(SCRATCH HOOK)
VERSE 2 — Shabaam Shadeeq
S heavy on the weigh-in, in big coupes they play this
I’m a favorite in they playlist, some of you dudes are plagiarous
Always taking major s***, verse is an extended clip
I slap it in when I begin and let the words rip
Move out the way though, my flow greater
I keep it bubbling hot like the Earth’s Equator
Let her taste major flavor, I’m a major player
One of the saviors of this art form
Any beat’s a platform to transform
The topics that I speak on get, get me sets at the UN
Ambassador, raw, nominated I’m a shoe-in
When I was young I was a truant
I still passed with A-Plus
Tagged my name on every one of them crosstown school bus
Fashion icon, triple fat goose on
You a lame, might as well put your noose on and hang
I was in you and your people’s conversation
They wondering how I stay blazing
With them ladies waving my flags
(REPEAT HOOK)
So don’t get comfortable cuz I’m a humble student
Who stumbles in the party looking fumed and awful zoomed
It’s stupid to think Jake Palumbo won’t school you
Don’t let the hair gels & button-ups fool you
Brooklyn took me in when you were still scared to move
Carved my own little niche, there’s very little left to prove
You can’t hustle in the park, the damn camera’s panoramic
The SpaceLAB signal, round up my band of bandits
My kick drum, my snare drum, my high hats my shakers
Are lifted off the breaks of the original makers
Hustle hard — I’m never making beat tape rejects
Did a record with Sahdeeq & my fee increased 3 steps
The keepers of the lost art, built from integrity
Selectman, Future Dead F-List Celebrity
Catch me on your local cable access channel
Drinking up the free liquor when I’m speaking on your panel
(REPEAT HOOK)