Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Underdog, artist - Royce 5'9. Date of issue: 30.12.2015
Song language: English
Underdog |
| I’m Chuck D, giving hip-hop's state of mind back |
| Lazarus, we played him last week |
| We’re going to play this |
| Out here in Detroit |
| Royce Da 5'9″ also recorded with Lazarus as well |
| Been one of the most powerful interviews I’ve heard |
| What we played last week with Lazarus |
| Yeah yeah |
| Royce Da 5'9″ |
| I’m upin here with my man, Lazarus |
| Yo Amir |
| Next time you knock somebody’s fucking head off, I want you to think about |
| these verses |
| IV, what up, my nigga? |
| People see I’m from the D and say that I ain’t nothing |
| But I turned around, flip the script and made something |
| I’m me, now let’s run it back on them |
| They tried to take me for a slave, now I own them |
| (People see I’m from the D and say that I ain’t nothing |
| But I turned around, flip the script and made something |
| Of me, now let’s run it back on them |
| They tried to take me for a slave, now I own them) |
| Back-to-back platinum plaques, switched my car from white to black |
| After Charleston switched it back to black |
| My rapping style is acrobat, mixed with a private plane |
| Fly even while I’m plain, come to bars, I don’t talk |
| I sound off thunder thoughts, I will give you all a running start |
| Anytime, three sixty-five days, try me |
| Or y’all may want to keep throw or somersault |
| Look dog, I’m not not underdog, I pop to put your dog up under tar |
| A headstone, some grass up under stars for rapping at the one |
| Smiling at you while you’re howling at the moon, and how so long |
| I’m laughing at the sun, laughing at the fact I’m fucking like |
| A rabbit having fun, and you ain’t having none |
| And ask us now the rabbit got the gun, and I don’t need no explanation |
| I try to keep my past behind me, fuck my recent destination |
| You dissing me for my attention, you won’t be getting it undivided |
| Cause I will come divide you to five hundred degrees and separate you |
| Check it out, now picture me the underdog |
| Unknown whose hunger claws, jugulars ruptured, crush his jaws |
| Feeling the blood in my surgeon galls, pause |
| I came from nothing and caused an eruption |
| Put my hands in these racks and gloves, then I became Gennady Golovkin |
| Without an assumption, I’m like a hybrid, it’s preposterous |
| As Rakim, and the Indominus, Rex our perplexion |
| Raise the spirit as our possession from the village of Sargodha |
| Here comes the twist of a rollercoaster, chase me but you can’t catch me |
| When I’m repping like Furiosa, furious as a Sosa |
| Apocalypses, a narcissist, my arms and wrists are twisting |
| Write my bars like I got Parkinsons, against the odds |
| Better myself, I’m profiting |
| and rose up on there chessboard and they got the king dropping all competitors |
| On any verse, I’m rep for my city, my home is a symbol for overachievers |
| And those who believe us that we are the leaders, the congressmen and senators |
| I slay who slaves his masters, I’m the prey who preys on predators |
| They try to take me as a slave, now I own them |