joey badass – underground airplay lyrics
[intro]
for the underground…
[verse 1: joey bada$$]
what you lookin’ at? i’m with the crooklyn pack
don’t front, we brought brooklyn back
you know where my lines is where the hookers at
one punchline outshine before i show ‘em where the hook is at
where you at? pro era info, you could book us at
we snot-nosed, just don’t forget where the boogers at
brown skin, curly hair, tell ‘em j-boogie’s back
i be too blic
insane in the membrane from the empire
but i keep my mind in the pen state
n-gg-s wanna know how i keep my pen straight?
d-mn straight, how they tryna bite off of my template?
based off they sentences
no, they ain’t got good penmanship
that get you clapped like an -ssembly
and that’s all that i was sent to say
let’s get a offer ‘fore sopa try to censor me
they provoked in the mensa, intensely
n-gg-s thought they could relax but look tense to me
that’s all i was sent to say
let’s get a offer ‘fore sopa try to censor me
they provoced in the mensa, intensely
n-gg-s thought they could relax but look tense to me
[verse 2: smoke dza]
i walk around harlem blocks, pockets full of knots
n-gg-s try to jock cause i smoke the best pot
road trips, i let my young chick rock
hold the work for a n-gg- slide at the rest stop
hungry like a n-gg- fresh out
sippin’ medicated punch, someone dapped out
scribble my name, “x” your name out
f-ck off me, turpentine’ll get the stain out
n-gg- my name ring bells from wellington to belgium
you get your p-ssport stamped seldom
f-ck around, kids you’re welcome
washed ‘em up before the bell rung
f-ck your premonitions, my proposition to the opposition is…
get down and lay down or pop up missin’
george kush, when it’s war, i’m firin’
money on your head, n-gg-, change your mind
[verse 3: big k.r.i.t]
hey, let me ride, woah – let me rap a taste
we cut them corners like stoners ’til they evaporate
i had to break, no longer dancin’ by the rhythm
a plunder suction of suckers, smoke, f-ck it, i had to kill them, you know
n-gg-s ain’t f-cking with cinematic
half of these n-gg-s ain’t even average
how is it the word cl-ssic gets tossed around?
but f-ck them critics, i do this sh-t here for the underground
bubble hotter than multi lava that burn their summers down
itty bitty t-ttie sucker – where them hoes you claim you f-ckin’?
all up on my jock again, i get around like pac and ‘em
slammin’ sushi rolls tied with teryaki paint
i chop stick her dim sum enter the dragon
sure enough, locusts, the gr-sshoppers is plenty
they peep my technique, but can never ever beat the sensei
shogun, try me n-gg-, i know some, word to son
i crush they vertebras, my verbal play can weigh a ton
elephant been in the room
they can’t decipher for the life of many biters that challenge how we still consume
cyphers of so many writers are like us are surely doomed
a king remembered in time, i thought you knew
b-tch…
[outro]
for the underground…
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