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bukshot - underground o.g. lyrics

[verse 1: bukshot]
never shy away from controversy when it calls
get up swinging every time i trip and have to take a fall (take a fall)
hardheaded or maybe i’m just stupid with it
when it comes to real sh+t i’m just too committed
to all my critics and the ones wanting me to fail
i got news for you, that’ll be a day in h+ll
unstoppable, hustle remarkable
underground juggernaut, bubble is unpoppable
insane poetry, written so they know it’s me
scum of the earth and the scourge that’s below the sea
raise a middle finger, hope that all my haters see it
creature not afraid to be a reaper with the heavy heater
[chorus: young wicked]
i’m an underground og
better pack a f+cking jacket when you rappin’ so you don’t freeze
cold! hey! oh!
i’m an underground og
better rock a f+cking cutoff when i bust off ’cause the flow heat
flames! hey! oh!

[verse 2: insane poetry]
this is og ip and my boot is a deuce deuce
for rappers talking shot, i pop pop once up in they p++p shoe
you are f+ckin’ ’round with a psycho that’s got some screws loose
marley marl around ’89, i brought my juice crew
sl!ck el gato rapper, i’m in my zoot suit
with a jersey ol’ dirty for hall of fame, i’m the truth dude
shady on ’em, all disrespect, just like i’m rude jude
boy get your mans ‘fore he get the hands of cool luke
uhh! it’s just that old head therapy
i put that on everything, my cologne is the smell of weed
yes me an underground celebrity
limelight from tel aviv
i’m the reason why they stare at me

[chorus: young wicked]
i’m an underground og
better pack a f+cking jacket when you rappin’ so you don’t freeze
cold! hey! oh!
i’m an underground og
better rock a f+cking cutoff when i blast off ’cause the flow heat
flames! hey! oh!
[verse 3: scum]
so full of hate that it is leaking out your f+ckholes
go eat a d+ck since you already love to suck b+lls
when you goes out to bash on someone greater
than yourself, you just a motherf+cking hater
stay off my d+ck if you don’t want your p+ssy blown up
say something sl!ck about this clique and you get thrown out
with no doubt, should have stayed out my bubble
with that sh+t claiming you don’t want no trouble
beat with a shovel, beat with a lead pipe
stuck with a blade in the back of your neck
squealing and leaking while feeling me sticking
you with a screwdriver for lack of respect (uhh!)

[verse 4: young wicked]
ayy! look!
if i was a cyclops i’d be staring at you with my eyeball
looking through your window after nightfall
i be giving game for all these motherf+cking rappers here to bite off
spraying all my enemies like lysol
hogan with the pythons, now we can’t be bygones
told you n0body’s home even though the f+cking light’s on (light’s on)
vacant, i got a left on read like satan
these hoes ain’t sh+t, these f+cking rappers ain’t dangerous
uhh! and most of ’em spit it basic
every show i’m at you can’t escape it
rappers from the rafters to the motherf+cking bas+m+nt
rappers call me whiskey ’cause if they f+cking with me they gettin’ wasted
james!
[chorus: young wicked]
i’m an underground og
better pack a f+cking jacket when you rappin’ so you don’t freeze
cold! hey! oh!
i’m an underground og
better rock a f+cking cutoff when i blast off ’cause the flow heat
flames! hey! oh!

- bukshot lyrics

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