Pop Da Brown Hornet - Intro / The Undaground Emperor lyrics

(feat. Smoke, Tanesse) [Intro: Pop Da Brown Hornet] Yo, I'm The Undaground Emperor My albums for every body on the planet This is hip hop right here NYC, from outta Shaolin, New York We bring you, The Undaground Emperor, baby Hold on, hold on [Tanesse] Duck for cover, deep from up under It's The Undaground Emperor Rugged style inventor Shaolin representer From GP The Grain, recognize the name Poppy Da leavin n***as slang [Pop Da Brown Hornet] No more procrastinating, I'm sick and tired of waitin For my turn and burn, I gotta skip the line, I gotta go for mine I'm only intact, with actual fact Pop Da Brown gotta get his, now that Shaolin's on the map Cuz I was there in the trenches, rockin consequences While cats was in their house brainstorming Your family at the park, fillin under age performin Stapleton held it down, parish through a swarmin A GP affiliate, always kept it militant Always known for bringin it, and thru the bullsh** I kept it lyrically fit, eager to spit Kicked about four bars, left MC's scared and sh** They were either scared of the rhymes, or scared of the clique If you was soft in '86, you was just another vict' But then we fought with fists, but now with clips No Gladiators or regulators, we got the Bloods and the Crips When the drug game died out, this game chips sprouted It's sad how the black man is easily regarded But I can't the world, I only change me You see, I went from a nice to a lethal MC [Interlude: Smoke] What the f** yo? This is danger f** y'all n***as is lookin at? Ya n***as don't know, ya n***as better act like ya know This is Shaolin, Stapleton right here Poppy Da k**in this sh** [Pop Da Brown Hornet] Let it be known, exit the stone When I die, burn me with two turntables and a microphone That's all I ask for is an MC burial I live to die rubble, muthaf** a medal Or a 21 gun salute, it's really not needed A product of the projects, consist to stay weeded I told them I would do it, and if they chose not to believe it Now they toke behind my back and label me conceited And mad they can't do it like The Undaground Emperor Takin MC's out since the 49 Center Takin MC's out way back in high school Even took some MC's out on the block, callin the two Rugged and raw, down to the core Tappin ya jaw, now ya pickin ya self off the floor [Tanesse] Duck for cover, deep from up under It's The Undaground Emperor Rugged style inventor [Pop Da Brown Hornet] Tossin MC's like dice, crushin em like ice f** a freestyle, I'm chargin them n***as the full price I spit the head banger, boogie wally, spittin dirt I'm writin lyrics overtime, stay puttin it work Dedicated like the sweat shop, f** the next stop I'm takin the express all the way to success And when I get there, I'm blazin up a pound of cess See I'mma die somethin, but it won't be stress They ain't nuthin like livin it up, not given a f** 90 cents away from a buck, that sh** s** Nickel and dimin, state to state rhymin On the f**ed up label that keeps that a** winin That sh**s for the birds livin off bread and water Half time is over, let's start the third quarter So I can start the slaughter, put these MC's out of order There life spendin is shorter [Outro: Pop Da Brown Hornet] Word up, peace to that n***a Smoke Peace to the n***a Su (Stapleton, Park Hills) Word is bond, peace to the n***a Rae (West Brighton, New Brighton) Knowhatimean, peace to all them cats from Stapletills (Jungle Nills) (The whole Shao-lills, for reals, Pop Da Brown, gettin down For the muthaf**in crown, Undaground Emperor, five style inventor) On real deals, all my click, hold it down, around the streets All day every day baby, only the big cats live Only cats