[SYpher]
Ayo, I'm reppin' T-Dot, the main stop for any rap tour
Where you can get popped & locked for selling to a crack who*e
I'm back for more cause I'm never sick of rhymes
Like in New York dodging shots in the KNICK of time
Like how you always get slapped for the wrong pickup line
SYph is staying in rap like a stick-up crime
So pick up nines, HEAT and Glocks
As we sell the tics and keep the tocs
You got 24 seconds to beat the clock
Add 76 to the percentage keeping watch
And you got yourself a perfect 100 percent
Rhyme WARRIORS battling under the trench
TIMBERWOLVES bite your style and dive under the fence
Escape the underground and make numbers of cents
Now they heading to the top where they can see the SUN
Coppin' ice so cold it could freeze your lungs
Underground rappers praying, "please become
A lyrical WIZARD that can please the sum
Of emcees you bit on the way to the top"
You can't win it all on your own, LAKER or not
You ain't got respect, in the midwest you get pissed on
By all the dicks that your chick's been rubbing her tits on
You don't pa** the rock so I haven't scored yet
Forget chick magnets, I got me a who*e net
Had me a ho by the name of Katrina
F'd the whole city and left, have you seen her?
She's on the street corner playing JAZZ
Cause her p**y got worn, it feels like paper bags
Couldn't bust your nut for a BUCK to pay for gas
Unless you want your NUGGETS s**ed, save your cash
Before you get the wrong idea and get struck down
And put into the back of the truck now, you better duck down
Duck, cause I'm never gonna back away
Rough sound, underground, k** a track a day
Duck down cause I'm never gonna back away
Rough sound, underground, k** a track a day
Duck down cause I'm never gonna back away
Rough sound, underground, k** a track a day
Duck down cause I'm never gonna back away
Rough sound, underground...
Now I don't care if you got an Eagle or a HAWK in your pocket
I hit hard out the box, it feels like a ROCKET
I'll out-shoot you, ain't no way you can stop it
You're just a one-hit-wonder like Pop, Lock & Drop It
You're just pencil marks and I'm an eraser
Just copped a new Ford but you still have to pay, sir
Can't afford the gas to be a TRAIL BLAZER
Cause you're inefficient, like an old CAVALIER
No gas so you get your lady to drive
And when she dumps you, you Bus It, Baby like Plies
So what are you? a KING or a viking
I strike down under like THUNDER and lightning
I can't tell if you're talking dog or BULLsh**
But I can tell that you're unable to dodge a full clip
Of rhymes being spat in the SPUR of the moment
For hip hop I am pure atonement
My rhymes are like CLIPPERS sure to injure
And leave splinters deep into opponents
Win one battle and you think you beome this
Animal like Jet Li named his son Grizz
You're a lone MAVERICK in a herd of BOBCATS
I'm on track to make contact with a contract
And then I'mma NET some income
Not like Dim-Sum but the big cash you get with wisdom
I got the six digits like I'm copping a Mike cheque
Mic check one, two, then I just might wreck
The stage in a rage with a delirious rap
Working MAGIC on you maggots like I'm Sirius Black
Cheers on the Second Round, getting drunker than Obie
Then suicide, parents bury jumpers like Kobe
Bodies hit the ground and get struck down
And put into the back of the truck now, you better duck down
Duck, cause I'm never gonna back away
Rough sound, underground, k** a track a day
Duck down cause I'm never gonna back away
Rough sound, underground, k** a track a day
Duck down cause I'm never gonna back away
Rough sound, underground, k** a track a day
Duck down cause I'm never gonna back away
Rough sound, underground...