Lyrics Underdog - Robin Loxley, Emanuel Vo Williams, Frank Fields

Underdog

Yo, yo, yo
This is that grimy and low down
And slimiest flow
Mind eating fluid lobotomy dope
Heimlich Maneuver for rhymers who choke
Swallow me whole and then vomit these quotes
I’m in the yoke of a quality folk
Profiting notes for the poverty broke
Rob from the rich give to the poor
Start a revolt if it’s properly wrote
If he eying the notion of trying me, don’t
That’s suicidal it gotta be jokes
Write em a note and then find em a rope
Wire it high and then slide on his throat
I could spit 'Hickory Dickory Dock'
Still be a sicker lyrically hot
You better wish for a twist in the plot
I’m sending eviction to Sit in the spot
I came to my thing and
I think I’m through with dreamin'
Need something to believe in
I’m just an Underdog
I got this crazy feeling
This might just be my season
I need some new believers
I’m just an Underdog
Lord of the people that’s under the dirt
Anonymous hero behind on his work
No motivation desire or urge
Fire the beat up and I will emerge
Dope, I am the gift and curse
Dope, I could be seizure and searched
Dope, smuggle a key of these words
Dope as me reading a rhyme to a verse
Lethal as germs
Strong as a virus that cripples a giant
To size of a worm
«Fly» to the Earth
Just like an eagle that sees a fish swimming up high on the surf
Looking for people that I can convert
Burst into fire inside of a church
Run In a bank and then tie up a clerk
Nobody move and nobody get hurt
I came to my thing and
I think I’m through with dreamin'
Need something to believe in
I’m just an Underdog
I got this crazy feeling
This might just be my season
I need some new believers
I’m just an Underdog
Mid Section
This that dope dope
That rawness
That lo-wave
That flawless
That slum God
That hotness
That jump off jump on this
I came to my thing and
I think I’m through with dreamin'
Need something to believe in
I’m just an Underdog
I got this crazy feeling
This might just be my season
I need some new believers