| Sometimes the illest cats roam the streets…
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| Underground legends
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| Cats you never heard of
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| But everybody know they tha nicest
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| This is for them cats…
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| When I design rhyme in daylight
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| Or primetime I stay tight
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| I walk the fine line between an emcee and a play right
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| I represent the underground world, it’s a unique scene
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| There’s no record deals, no videos and street teams
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| I do shows to keep green
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| I know I’m not a star man, I’m signed to myself
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| And my mic’s my A&R man
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| In double nine I guess it’s just a sign of tha times
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| The spotlight that I’ve been looking for is finally mine
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| I never thought about the dough when I’m designing my rhyme
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| As long as I can reach my peoples over vinyl I’m fine
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| It ain’t about that
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| I opened up for cats who ain’t as dope as me
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| While I rip the flow, they lips sink, the show hopelessly
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| From Heaven I was set to game to entertain
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| I may never pimp that '75 ta cop that blue range rover
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| But even if I don’t remain sober
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| I’mma score double digits till the fuckin' games over
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| «Whether they signed or unsigned» (Canibus)
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| «Platinum more wax for. |
| platinum in tha streets» (Redman)
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| I don’t care if I’m right, wrong, or in between
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| All night long I pimp tha scene they said I couldn’t write songs
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| I intervene
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| Don’t think because the battle rhymes are what I’m know for
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| I can’t out write the best of em, or rip the microphone
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| Raw my words are deep
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| Keep my tape handy when you’re buzzin
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| Let my thoughts deep inside ya dome
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| Tell a cousin or friend play my CD when you guzzlin' Gin
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| Come down but then recite it when you buzzin' again
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| You must respect the flow
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| Point blank I’m a professional
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| Exceptin' no less than excellence, that’s how tha session go
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| Embracin' my Rhyme, when I’m gone who’s replacin' mine?
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| I trace a line that transcend all space and time
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| I implement infinite lyrics that are intricate
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| The type of shit discussed my mob bosses eatin' shrimp and shit
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| Those with intellect they understand how I wrote it
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| But the average mind can take 5 years to decode it
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| Chorus: (scratched)
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| «Whether they signed or unsigned» -Canibus
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| «Platinum more wax for. |
| platinum in tha streets» -Redman
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| Gradually I drift off imagining me
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| The baddest emcee, wondering what my status will be
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| A little local battle emcee who never made the grade?
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| Or a gifted lyricist who used to spit with razor blades?
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| Ever time I win the battles they dissected my words
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| I’ll probably never get the props or the respect I deserve
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| The magazines claim I wrote my battle rhymes like they knew me
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| Then they wanna call the next day and fuckin' interview me
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| Do I really have props?
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| Is it really that stable
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| When they ask me to freestyle when I walk up into labels?
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| When they take me for lunches and drinks inside they limos?
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| And fu#k around and play me somebody else’s demo
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| J-U ya’ll niggas all know what his name is
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| The Cat that got famous
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| By never being famous
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| I’ll probably roam the underground scene for all times
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| Signed sincerely JUICE the unsigned
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| «Whether they signed or unsigned» -Canibus
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| «Platnum more wax for. |
| platnum in tha streets» -Redman |