[Intro]
Yeah *cough cough cough* yeah
This is that muthafuckin Undaground hip hop right here
Baby (Smoke Records muthafucker)
We got my man Bon Benzi right here
Blastin ya in the face (you dancin to a Marley Marl remix, you know)
Brown Hornet, yeah, uh Follow Me Up
[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
Oppose ya, never done, ghetto homies do this shit for fun
Serving MC's in a bun, only cowards hide behind a gun
You see more than half NYPD is pussy
Half the kids I grew up with is pussy
Livin life close to edge, invited you to push me
I've have it up to here with these flimsy ass lyricists
Prime time exposure when there rap sound ridiculous
Somethin seem suspicious, the world full of lame ass bitches
With niggas to match, God fucked up the whole batch
It's time we start from scratch
To many people livin their life on full facts
Whether it's superstition or some twisted religion
It's safe to say we all agree the world's a prison
With nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
I prevail because I did it, he failed because he tried
It can't be denied, I keep my brain cells fried
If life's a journey, I'm enjoyin the ride
Ain't nuthin gonna stop Pop from the top slot
You can throw up the road block or block the drop
I present the craftiness to slip thru it
Solid as a rock, but keep em flow like fluid
I make the hot music, you mad you can't do it
Over there lookin stupid, and dupe it
I'm smarter than you thought, that's why you came up short
I never took time to snort, I just held down fort
While them other cats fell off, I held on
When them other cats got weak, I got strong
See they only gave their word, I gave my word bond
To give a hundred percent, every time I
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