Underdog - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Andrew Sam]

Always the victim, rarely the oppressor

Sad state of my brain, pumped up by stressors

Always been bullied, sometimes bullied in return

I only lit some matches, they lit forests up to burn

I threw one or two punches, they hit me back with twelve

I put them on the bench, they knocked me through the shelves

Where in the world is a 3-on-1 fair?

Only in their minds cause they never really care

My patience ran out, underdog for 19 years

I will break your hands, punk, have you typing weird

Everybody's lucky I put up with them for so long

Cause if not for me, then we'd all be dead and gone

I grew up underdog

I got hazed more than fog

Yeah, my friends, were just punks

Just traitors, trash, and junk [x2]

They always talked major trash

I spit fire back, they were supposed to be ash

But their 3 voices would always drown me out

Luckily for them, I didn't even shout

I silenced my rage, and I held it deep within

They always brought it out, had it pushing at the brim

The worst part of it is they were s'pposed to be friends

Our camaraderie, guess it's time for that to end

Attitudes like 4chan, except I trusted them

That was my mistake, it shouldn't happen again

At least I didn't throw my friends on the floor

Getting mad at a game, need I say more?

They can have the highlights, I'll take the victory

Make new happiness, give them my misery

2011, I'm the Grizzlies, they're the Spurs

I'm dishing major pain, for that, you can mark my words

Underdog eighth seed, and I will upset the first

I'm on to new things, those punks can take my curse

They're the Wyatt Fam, I'm that wack John Cena

Hate me or love me, I'm the one who'll beat ya

I will make a cult out of the non-believers

They're just soccer balls that I swat like goalkeepers

It's a 4 and 0, I'm a Playoff sweeper

Call them dirty laundry, I'll take 'em to the cleaners