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The Undaground Emperor - текст песни

The Undaground Emperor

Yo, i'm the undaground emperor

My albums for every body on the planet

This is hip hop right here

Nyc, from outta shaolin, new york

We bring you, the undaground emperor, baby

Hold on, hold on


Duck for cover, deep from up under

It's the undaground emperor

Rugged style inventor

Shaolin representer

From gp the grain, recognize the name

Poppy da leavin niggas slang

[pop da brown hornet]

No more procrastinating, i'm sick and tired of waitin

For my turn and burn, i gotta skip the line, i gotta go for mine

I'm only intact, with actual fact

Pop da brown gotta get his, now that shaolin's on the map

Cuz i was there in the trenches, rockin consequences

While cats was in their house brainstorming

Your family at the park, fillin under age performin

Stapleton held it down, parish through a swarmin

A gp affiliate, always kept it militant

Always known for bringin it, and thru the bullshit

I kept it lyrically fit, eager to spit

Kicked about four bars, left mc's scared and shit

They were either scared of the rhymes, or scared of the clique

If you was soft in '86, you was just another vict'

But then we fought with fists, but now with clips

No gladiators or regulators, we got the bloods and the crips

When the drug game died out, this game chips sprouted

It's sad how the black man is easily regarded

But i can't the world, i only change me

You see, i went from a nice to a lethal mc

[interlude: smoke]

What the fuck yo? this is danger

Fuck y'all niggas is lookin at?

Ya niggas don't know, ya niggas better act like ya know

This is shaolin, stapleton right here

Poppy da killin this shit

[pop da brown hornet]

Let it be known, exit the stone

When i die, burn me with two turntables and a microphone

That's all i ask for is an mc burial

I live to die rubble, muthafuck a medal

Or a 21 gun salute, it's really not needed

A product of the projects, consist to stay weeded

I told them i would do it, and if they chose not to believe it

Now they toke behind my back and label me conceited

And mad they can't do it like the undaground emperor

Takin mc's out since the 49 center

Takin mc's out way back in high school

Even took some mc's out on the block, callin the two

Rugged and raw, down to the core

Tappin ya jaw, now ya pickin ya self off the floor


Duck for cover, deep from up under

It's the undaground emperor

Rugged style inventor

[pop da brown hornet]

Tossin mc's like dice, crushin em like ice

Fuck a freestyle, i'm chargin them niggas the full price

I spit the head banger, boogie wally, spittin dirt

I'm writin lyrics overtime, stay puttin it work

Dedicated like the sweat shop, fuck the next stop

I'm takin the express all the way to success

And when i get there, i'm blazin up a pound of cess

See i'mma die somethin, but it won't be stress

They ain't nuthin like livin it up, not given a fuck

90 cents away from a buck, that shit suck

Nickel and dimin, state to state rhymin

On the fucked up label that keeps that ass winin

That shits for the birds livin off bread and water

Half time is over, let's start the third quarter

So i can start the slaughter, put these mc's out of order

There life spendin is shorter

[outro: pop da brown hornet]

Word up, peace to that nigga smoke

Peace to the nigga su (stapleton, park hills)

Word is bond, peace to the nigga rae (west brighton, new brighton)

Knowhatimean, peace to all them cats from stapletills

(jungle nills)

(the whole shao-lills, for reals, pop da brown, gettin down

For the muthafuckin crown, undaground emperor, five style inventor)

On real deals, all my click, hold it down, around the streets

All day every day baby, only the big cats live

Only cats

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