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