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mad prophet – if i stay lyrics

[chorus x4]
hit you with the sound
hold it down (uh)
i don’t give a f-ck if i stay underground

[1st verse]
this flow flawless, my mic’s my goddess, i’m forever connected
better than most these so called artists, but i still feel neglected
they tell me i show promise, to stay modest
stay calm and collected
but to be honest, this ain’t about me feeling rejected
i just live in a country where my culture ain’t respected
it’s hip hop
y’all better check the method
i put my heart into these lyrics man
y’all better check the message
but this message was distorted, so i had to get it sorted
my mind’s like a thesaurus so i dove deep and explored it
came up with some serious sh-t that i wish i had recorded
it was gorgeous, so i never slacked on my performance
now every bit of hate i got, f-ck it i just ignored it
i been short all my life but grabbed the mic and felt enormous
see i never expected to get rewarded, it wasn’t important
i just set a goal and moved towards it
all the hype, i stored it
then my game accelerated, hit drive and i f-ckin’ floored it
while you were just chillin’, hiding in your sh-ll like a tortoise
you tried to buy in but you couldn’t afford it
so you forfeit
tried to take off but you never boarded
or maybe you did
but dove off the ship like mission aborted
now you’re p-ssed off and morbid
your cash flow stiff like rigor mortis
you can’t touch me b-tch
i f-ckin’ built this fortress
with a style so f-ckin’ powerful
it could shift the earths orbit

[chorus]

[2nd verse]
let me set the score, we all want our just rewards
but this music thing’s a double edged sword
you either do you and stay poor or become an industry wh-r-
all the real sh-t’s ignored but i accept the challenge
it’s all good, whatever happens happens
i’m just trying to stick with my talents
spread my message and restore the balance
and if sh-t don’t pop off, then f-ck it i’ll manage
no damage done
i’ll keep blasting mics like guns with the heat of the sun ’till it ain’t fun no more
i’m just keepin’ it raw
if you doing it for the love then what you doing it for?
f-ck the car’s, the money, the jewels and the hunnies
i want that respect that you can’t take from me
something intangible
i ain’t like these other clowns man, i’m a different f-cking animal
a different breed
all my ambitions to succeed were never pushed by greed
but that’s just me though
nah i don’t need to feed my ego
almost every mc started off with a week flow
before 2013, sh-t, i was incognito
now i’m steadily improving as we go through these stages
now what’s the point of rapping if you ain’t saying sh-t and all you do is fake it
time’s never wasted when you’re trying to make a statement
to become a master you gotta start off with the basics
stay gracious, it takes patience to hit the apex
you could never measure greatness with a pay check
now everybody like yo did he just say that?
yes that’s precise
i know that sh-t was nice so just to be polite, f-ck it imma say it twice
you can’t measure greatness with a pay check if you can’t play it right
if you can’t hold it down
f-ck around, i’ll hit you with the thundersound
so even if the cash gives me the runaround, i’ll never compromise my music so
i don’t give a f-ck if i stay underground

- mad prophet lyrics

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