Verse
1
Reppin
deep
subterranean,
crazy
up
in
the
cranium
Im
lookin
mo
suspicious
than
arabians
with
uranium
Flyin
low
in
the
shuttle,
Im
far
from
suttle
Im
gettin
stared
at
more
than
interracial
couples
I
run
through
airport
gates
wavin
guns
too
like
fuck
you
I
come
through,
wanna
blow
dis
bitch
up
too
Cuz
Q,
don't
know
how
to
deal
with
every
day
stress
I
stay
dressed
in
rags,
and
wack
sneakas
from
payless
My
paychecks
are
way
less,
than
cats
wit
half
the
talent
My
pockets
slim
and
empty
when
they
should
be
thick
like
Allen
Battlin
emcees
and
they
all
full
of
peer
shook
Still
I
couldnt
get
signed
with
a
pen
and
a
yearbook
Verse
2
Im
in
the
house
like
I
was
on
home
confinement
Lyin
like
my
career
would
be
shorter
than
Paul
Simon
Never
had
the
smarts
to
go
and
be
and
MD
But
they
should
still
call
me
Doogie
cuz
I
house
an
MC
A
thousand
emcees,
frontin
man
they
aint
sayin
nothin
Just
flappin
they
lips
and
tellin
stories
like
Teddy
Ruxpin
You
aint
thuggin
I
dont
care
what
your
group
say
Heard
me
rhyme
on
friday
it
dint
hitcha
till
tuesday
You
say
your
alive
I
should
come
and
see
you
rock
I
did,
you
bout
as
live
as
Biggie
Smalls
and
Tupac
Got
a
shoebox
full
of
tongues
keep
as
my
trophies
From
homies,
I
annihilated
at
the
show
see
Verse
3
You
was
a
top
dog
yesterday
man,
it
dont
scare
me
Im
here
today
like
Matt
Louwer,
and
tomorrow
like
Annie
You
fairy,
pansy
yo
you
shoulda
tried
plan
b
My
beats
thump
thump
like
that
rabbit
on
bambi
Cant
stand
me,
cuz
you
know
that
you
aint
half
as
nice
So
go
fuck
ya
self,
like
a
hemaphrodite
Pass
the
mic
to
me
and
piss
mad
kids
off
I
hog
the
shit
for
two
hours
they're
like
"dag
get
off"
I
was
in
the
cipher
but
I
had
to
leave
the
circle
Watchin
me
battle
is
like
seein
Screech
vs.
Urkel
Verbal,
mutilation,
slaughter,
man
just
accept
it
You
pass
me
the
mic,
big
mistake,
yall
shoulda
kept
it