[Intro]

Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up

Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up

Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up

Don't go against the weathermen

You gonna get fucked up

[Verse 1]

And I ain’t fucked up now, bluffing the basics

Lead stuff in the Asics from that kid puffing the Matrix

I let my brain cells fight it out until the lighter out

You ain’t even got hands to hold the guns you write about

Ain’t got a heater. Meanwhile, Cage be wanting four fifths

I stay putting it down and don’t come off this

Accomplice not needed, spray dolo with more

Letter combinations in my blood than K-Solo

LSD, THC, PCP

The only three left I need’s GED

You know you can’t stand the manic

Even if you don’t get the picture, the point of view’s still panoramic

Chemical organic, leaf is clouding

Get your contact cracking in three plus two thousand

[Hook]

This is Federal hate the dead are awake the medical's great

This is the life of a underground rapstar

Get lots of brain but the birds are vain and peck at anything

This is the life of a underground rapstar

You spit it you bit it and then you got your car kitted, you get it?

This is the life of a underground rapstar

Travel on somebody else's dime and can still pull out the nine

This is the life of a underground rapstar

[Verse 2]

This is my brain on drugs these are the drugs on my brain

I stab the shit out of Clyde just like I bludgeoned his dame

After I fucked her insane

Sex pistol got a chest to spray

The fuck you think? My identity was born yesterday?

Been the prince elite since the Purple Rain was in the street

I parted the projects for that sea of sulphur you seek

And the beam on my gun matched the drink in my glass

That's Incredible Hulk, licked on her incredible ass

Liquid, kids, Snake Plissken driftin' and tear off

Escape from New York and come back when the 'shish wear off

Personality pair off til my skin frays

Been off for ten days feel like two still light blue

The black Ferrari bed

Ain't forgivin a ho for givin' up sorry head

Vintage electronic, Atari wet

Labels try to hype you up like you goin' fight Royce

Like Def Jam fucked around and signed the wrong white boy

[Hook]

This is Federal hate the dead are awake the medical's great

This is the life of a underground rapstar

Get lots of brain but the birds are vain and peck at anything

This is the life of a underground rapstar

You spit it you bit it and then you got your car kitted, you get it?

This is the life of a underground rapstar

Travel on somebody else's dime and can still pull out the nine

This is the life of a underground rapstar

This is the life of a underground rapstar

This is the life of a underground rapstar

This is the life of a underground rapstar

This is the life of a underground rapstar