[Scratches: Big Daddy Kane]

"So don't hate—

Hate me

Or try to

Underrate me"

"So don't hate—

Hate me

Or try to

Underrate me"

[Verse 1: Fat Face]

1974, the year I was created

And ever since that day, I've been underrated

Overstated's the status of many of the world's rappers

I've taken no shorts, my style's tight like Warwick Capper's

[?] the future generation

If you wanna battle, it'll be a fucked up situation

My advice is chill, 'cause I'll shatter your hard imagе

You crying in the corner is a scenе I envisage

[?] set it straight, mate, you're the non-contender

I'm the real thing, so you must be a pretender

Who's schoolin' who? Who's given who the lesson?

I don't think it's you 'cause I'm not the bloke stressin'

No guessin' at the length you'll go to sell your soul

Using me as a target is gonna take its toll

On your pride, to your ego, even your reputation

You must be a wanker, talkin' that verbal masturbation

I'll fight to the end just like Pat Rafter

You think I'm jokin', but where's the fuckin' laughter?

'Cause half you critics don't get the bigger picture

In your face is the place I'm gonna hit ya

Wake up to youreselves, rap is all about music

This is my art, and never will I abuse it

You reckon you're true? Man, I reckon you're a liar

I'll keep doin' what I do until the day that I die

[Scratches: Big Daddy Kane]

"So don't hate—

Hate me

Or try to

Underrate me"

"So don't hate—

Hate me

Or try to

Underrate me"

[Verse 2: Pressure]

I'm underrated; for my props, I well awaited

Through the hard yards, I made it, many faded and stagnated

I got love for this art form [?] saught to hate it

[?] man created

[?] weight of others [?] for the very thing

[?] nothing to everything

I used to sweat the scene [?] ceroscene

I just needed someone to spark me off by any means

[?] on my mind

Got told unless I buried my rhyme I was [?] inclined

To turn heads [?] buried in time

[?] something fairly divine

But [?] past

How many efforts'll last [?] chance

[?] excelling at art

[?] step to the future, never dwell in the past

[?] position

[?] competition

[?] MCs [?]

[?] types

[?] got me stressin'

Right, 'cause when the pressure strikes [?] testin' mics

[?] right

[?] tight like that

[Scratches: Big Daddy Kane]

"So don't hate—

Hate me

Or try to

Underrate me"

"So don't hate—

Hate me

Or try to

Underrate me"

[Verse 3: DJ Debris]

I'm comin' from a land that John West rejected

My beats are underrated, yet worldwide accepted

I've perfected logic [?] so get with the program

My styles are more funky than five years of Toejam

A slow jam's cool, still I prefer shit quicker

For instant satisfaction, like yakking a large snicker

Do you follow what I mean? If not, check my website

Crossbred Productions is hotter than a red light

District in Fishwick, if you need some help, just email

Then tell us what you need in exact words and detail

I'll get back as soon as poss' with a modest price quote

32 tracks of funk is the point you must note

With Debris, an engineer who knows a hip-hop sound

Like Kool & the Gang, I can get down, get down

Similiar to Lleyton Hewitt, dominatin' this court

I stand alone, firm-footed, I don't need no support

[Verse 4: Suffa]

Uh, uh, uh

I'm more underrated than Charlie the Wonderdog

Underestimated, they call me the underdog

[?] little Aussie battler, Suffa [?] Matt, the

MC who screamed his own name because he had to

To get recognised, there'll be action when I ride

For my faction, and crowd reaction, it never lies

Whenever I rock the stage, [?]

(Suffa MC!) Dope quotes wrote the crowd off

No joke, I'm proud of my style, never sound soft

Sweatin' on stage so much I worked some pounds off

But nobody sung my praises when the music [?]

So I gave props to myself because I'm so underrated

[Scratches: Big Daddy Kane]

"So don't hate—

Hate me

Or try to

Underrate me"

"So don't hate—

Hate me

Or try to

Underrate me"