Christian Norton - Underground Getting Heard lyrics

Uh, CiNo in this b**h, Underground Getting Heard Crown me the first with the nouns and the verbs My rounds are the worst, every sound, every word Out my mouth is a curse, send you down to the church You don't really want it from a n***a like me Never take a cypher challenge lightly Am I the almighty? b**h, I might be Light weed nightly, higher than a flight peak Lyrically you ain't near to me You should fear the C, I'm who they here to see You hearing me? It's like I'm trapped in soundproof You say I'm apparent, I have to ground you Fight you, landing blows, cripple esteems I'm like an animal, little b**h, scream I'm the antidote, k** the disease I'm Michelangelo with the 16's I'm an artist of Rap, the hardest to smack You out URL, start with fact That I guard the galaxy fora fantastic storm Vring at your door, marvel at that You'll never be fly till you cross through the map And show Aladdin where his carpet is at They thought that I rap just to target the ma**es Nah, n***a, I'm thinking larger than that Gotta leave a legacy, remember me forever Like the 5th of November, V better be Vendetta I'ma never slow down, C headed to a level That's heavenly, put the pedal to the metal Let me get up in it, I'ma dead it in a minute I never been a devil, but I'm a hell of a menace Talk sh** about the sk**s, I'ma severe a critic And bite n***a's head off, you can bet that I did it I k** rappers so easily, that's why they say I'm an evil being But don't blame me, I ain't even gotta try Others need a month, all I need is five Minutes with the pen, then I'm done Finishing careers with the puns You wanna pop off? n***a, find a gun If we in The Matrix, I'm The One Who better than me, hoe? Line 'em up Might be nice as f**, but I'm kinda blunt In a staring contest, I can blind the sun f** fines and funds, simply sign the son I'm climbing up, but they wanna hate, though It's not enough cuz they're never grateful Let them hatin' a** A-holes get it in they A-holes And give 'em a can of whoop a** they can take home I'm from Guatemala And Greece, holla mama! I wanna turn up But I'm not Waka Flocka But oh, let's do it, n***a go get fluid, get throwed and stupid I'm like an old head, true to all the codes and rules before the whole sh** ruined I'm choosing to do this music And take it to another level with that true sh** If you into it, then come on, tune in TheRealCiNo.com is where you view me