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    Little is known why I beckon & moan
    I see what’s comin
    Madd brothers will be bumming
    After the math

    The drug lords brought the wrath
    Of those of us who once thought
    We needed to be weeded
    Bust, dust made that head bust
    I remember came after
    Cheba cheba had you wide like
    A receiver
    What looks like fire is ice
    Fall for the flame
    Catch it twice like Jerry Rice. Nice
    Against odds

    I recognize it is the cards
    Hard to be played back the jack of
    Ashes to ashes blunts to blunts
    Some of these geez ain’t real
    I seen em once
    Upon a time
    So many rappers and not enuff rhymes
    I hope they around next year but I fear
    I’m all time and I’m down
    For the ruffness
    But what good is the rhyme
    Without substance

    I rather be the underdog

    VERSE !!
    Nobody savin the time
    The rhyme never thanks
    Who be givin
    Ravin who on top of the charts
    Grabbin the Gavin
    Now I can’t use my name
    Half the body be dancing head swoll
    But one thing I can do is finger roll
    The hit list grows like Pete Rose
    As I rise above who you recognize
    I wanna know that disguise
    Who are you?
    And wher’d you come from?
    See how you run
    First on a verse I gets vertical
    Flip works like a grammatical gigolo
    A head from many years ago
    I brought the noise on the R & B boys
    The chronological
    Or the ghetto celeb
    Never claimed the best
    Nor was I great at finesse
    But everything is everything
    And everything is real
    It appears I shift gears
    To the ears of my peers
    No appeal
    I’d rather be the underdog

    I’m low maintenance
    The picture I’m paintin
    Is just intelligence
    Not another nitwit
    You can get with
    Self haters, traitors
    Thinking now that later
    Turned they head
    Dissin something that I said
    I get ill on a beat track
    Make me wanna go back
    Way back
    Where it’s not a trace of Baba
    Unplugged tempos
    From the drugged temple

    I rather be the underdog

    Ashes to ashed, bluntz to bluntz
    Some of these geez ain’t real
    I seen em once
    So many rappers and not enuff rhymes
    I hope they around next year
    And I fear

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