Joey BadASS - Underground Airplay lyrics
rate mefeat. Big K.R.I.T. & Smoke DZA
What you looking at? I'm with the … pack,
Don’t front, we brought Brooklyn back,
You know where my lines is, where the hookers at
One punch line outshine before I show 'em
Where the hook is at, where you at?
Pro Era info, you could book us at
We snot nose and don't forget
Where the boogers at, brown skin, curly hair, tell 'em
J-Boog is back, I be too
Insane in the membrane from the empire,
But I keep my mind in the Pen state,
Niggas wanna know how I keep my pen straight?
Damn straight, how they trying to bite off of my template
Based off they sentences, that ain't got good
Penmanship, that get you clapped like an assembly
And that's all that I was sent to say
Let's get an offer 'fore SOPA try to censor me
They provoked in the Mensa, … me
Niggas thought they could relax but look tense to me
And that's all I was sent to say
Let's get an offer 'fore SOPA try to censor me
They provoked in the Mensa, … me
Niggas thought they could relax but look tense to me
I walk around Harlem blocks, pocket full of knots
Niggas try to jock ‘cause I smoke the best pot
Road trips, I let my young chick rock
Hold a work for her, nigga slide at the rest stop
Hungry like a nigga fresh out
Sipping medicated punts, someone dapped out
Scribble my name, x your name out
Fuck off me, turpentine to get the stain out
Nigga my name ring bells from Wellington to Belgium
You get your passport stamped seldom
Fuck around, kids, you're welcome
Washed 'em up before the bell rung
Fuck your premonitions, my proposition to the opposition
Is, get down and lay down or pop up missing
George Kush, when it's war, I'm fine
Money on your head, nigga, change your mind
Shit, I live in the white world, let the rapper taste
We cut them corners like stoners and they evaporate
I had to break, no longer dancing by the rhythm of brothers
Suction the sucker smoke, fuck it, I had to kill him, you know
Niggas ain’t fucking with seeing I’m at it
Cabbie niggas ain’t even air it, tie easy, the world classic gets tossed the rhyme
But fuck them pretties, I do this shit here for the underground
Bubble hotter than melted lava in the summertime
Itty bitty titty sucker, who them hoes you claim you fucking?
All up on my jock again, I get around like pocket nails
Slabbing through … top of …paint
Our tops speak of them some into the great gang
Show love, locust, the grass hoppers is splinted
They peak my technique but can never ever beat the sensei
Show gun, try me nigga, I know some, word of sun
I crash they vertebrates, my robot crane can weigh a tone
Elephant big in the room, they can’t decipher for the life of meaning
Vitals that challenges us that’s how we still consume
Ciphers of some many writers that like us are surely doomed
A king …but in time I thought you knew, bitch
For the underground
