- Joey Bada$$ Undergroud 歌詞
- Joey Bada$$
- [Produced By Navie D]
[Intro:]F-f-f-for the underground
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
What you looking at?
Im with the Crooklyn pack
Dont front, we brought Brooklyn back
You know where my lines is, where the hookers at
One punchline outshine em fore I show em where the hook is at
Where you at?
Pro Era info, you could book us at
We snot-noses dont forget
Where the boogers at
Brown skin, curly hair, tell em J Boog is back
I be too brick
Insane in the membrane from the empire
But I keep my mind in the pen state
******s wanna know how I keep my pen straight?Damn straight
How they trying to bite off of my template
Based off they sentences
That aint got good Penmanship
That get you clapped like an assembly
And thats all that I was sent to say
Lets get a offer fore SOPA try to censor me
They provoked an immenser, intenser me
******s thought they could relax but look tense to me
Thats all that I was sent to say
Lets get a offer fore SOPA try to censor me
They provoked an immenser, intenser me
******s thought they could relax but look tense to me
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
I walk around Harlem blocks, pockets full of knots
******s try to jock cause I smoke the best pot
Road trips, I let my young chick rock
Hold the work for a ****** slide at the rest stop
Hungry like a ****** fresh out
Sippin medicated punch, somewhere decked out
Scribble my name, 'X' your name out
****** off me, turpentine to get the stain out
****** my name ring bells from Wellington to Belgium
You get your passport stamped seldom
****** around, kids youre welcome
Washed em up before the bell rung
****** your premonitions, my proposition to the opposition
Is get down and lay down or pop up missin
George Kush, when its war, Im firin
Money on your head, ******, change your mind
[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T]
Hey, let me ride, woah
Let me rap a taste
We cut them corners like stoners til they evaporate
I had to break, no longer dancing by the rhythm of
Plunder searching of suckers smoke ****** it, I had to kill them, you know
** ****s aint ****** with Cinematic
Half of these ******s aint even average
How is it the word classic gets tossed around
But **** ** them critics, I do this ****** here for the underground
Bubble hotter than molten lava that burn their summer down
Itty bitty tittie sucker, where them hoes you claim you ***** *g
All up on my jock again, I get around like Pac and em
Slamming sushi roll ties with teriyaki paint
I chop stick her dim sum enter the dragon
Sho nough, locusts, the grasshoppers is plenty
They peep my technique, but can never ever beat the sensei
Shogun, try me ******, I know some, word to Sant
I crush their vertebraes, my verbal plate can weigh a ton
Elephant been in the room
They cant decipher for the life of many biters that challenge us, how we still consume
Cyphers of so many writers unlike us are surelydoomed
A king remembered in time, I thought you knew
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