Spiz The Prophet - Underground King lyrics

[Verse:] Yeah it's the rap rebel 10 years underground some say I'm level with devil Philly-Philly where they move rock and bang metal Head banging, Know some n***as the feds chasing A couple a n***as down; they didn't beat fed cases Telling me have patience, how? when these n***as hating And know that I'm the hottest in the city And these other n***as s** like an infant on a titty I'm a little bit a Pac mixed wit' a bit of Biggie Little bit of Mos Def, the Tribe roots is in me f** with that Ciroc but... What's up with that Henny? I can spazz on these n***as and release the demons in me Pa** me that cheeba, yeah let me chief that, relax Tell them b**h n***as that the east back Beast coast, elevate, get lost in the weed smoke I got that white girl screaming out that he's dope f**ing right! G5 baby take flight I came to bring more terror, this that gold soul era Oh I mean Golden Era, had to hit you with 2 Yeah I'm back b**h, you thought this sh** was through? Hardly, b**h I'm making noise like a Harley Mindset of Malcolm with the heart of f**ing Gandhi's Tryin' keep balance so I'm smoking like Marley Boy I ain't stopping 'til I'm lamped up under palm trees Sipping on that Barney, rolling up that Baby Bop Man you can't lie this got that east-coast 80's knock Did it on my own ain't nobody f**ing make me hot, ba*tard! Breathe gas and spit magma Toe-tagging, whack rappers, call the pastor Crib on mars, neighbors with stars; can't Google map it No lacking... this is something like black magic! [Skit]