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Eyes wide open (prod. by Tedd Boyd)
The Underachievers
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Born inside the jungle, you can hear it in my sound
Finna to storm the gate and take the game from mumble clowns
The second coming of Christ without the nails or thorny crown
To bring you that funky shit, that New York gritty in my style
I'm the sergeant to the Indigo Brigade
I'm Picasso with the pen, I paint pictures with what I say
Makin' a masterpiece so fast to see, we can't end it for fame
Never an actor, I ain't plastic, just separate me away
From the catastrophes and casualties fillin' up in the game
Losin' they sanity to fantasies fillin' up in they brain
I ain't a slave to the TV nonsense, I'm a rocket
I shoot the soul back into a human noggin
Keep on plottin' to build the knowledge you can't find in the colleges
My dreams accomplish 'em, now I'm spreadin' light like the sun is slit
The solar power guardin' the human race safe from sufferin'
Like photosynthesis feed the plants, I'm givin' the love to kids
My mental cognitive, unite hemispheres in my consciousness
These niggas chasin' musical gold, but I'm chasin' monuments
You'll never catch me out with these niggas, I'm on some other shit
To move the masses and keep on churning to make my butter flip
I'm overconfident, steal from products, don't get your helmet split
I move the continents, makin' niggas switch up to common sense
My holy covenant keep me guarded, I'm the colossalis
I'm makin' copper flip with these bars, I'm like an alchemist
Nigga, watch your back, they be plottin', come and slam on ya
Old man to clap at ya, same nigga get after ya
Assassinate your character, that's why we focus on stackin' up
I'm lampin' with my savages, we kick back, blowin' cannabis
Nigga, watch your back, they be plottin', come and slam on ya
Old man to clap at ya, same nigga get after ya
Assassinate your character, that's why we focus on stackin' up
I'm lampin' with my savages, we kick back, blowin' cannabis
Hip-hop apocalyptic if 2Pac was livin'
Keep my locker distance, strictly business, ain't no politickin'
What these cowards spittin'? Cowabunga, still your wavy's itchin'
But the way I pitch it, copy written, get a proper whippin', uh
Whippin' past, laughin' like a whippet, I'm a maniac
Get it independent, it's benefits and that's word to Chance
But niggas don't deserve the chance
They actin' just like Vince McMahon
Step in ring and try to shake my hand, get that Mayweather jab
Back and forth, niggas claim they lords, but all they verses forged
Fuckin' frauds, get to puttin' work like it was fuckin' chores
Spit that venom, rip through collars, new age full of Peter Parker
Soul asleep, we need to progress, so beneath is where I started
Where we parted, my thoughts escape to places uncharted
This ain't a race, but I'm a tourist, patience still on course
These air inflated pawns lukewarm, I bring the torch
Coupons won't cut the cost, now you gone, another corpse
They feel the force and dead the noise be the results
I bend and twist the spoon and fork, no man exist that gold as hard
Make a list, I murk 'em all, shorty bad, but she ain't small
Butter head like Lil Duval, bun and bread, that's overall
To my niggas in attendance, to my niggas in the morgue
Got some niggas facin' sentence and I do this shit for y'all
Most of all for my moms and her dream to see me ball
Though some teammates might mislead you, the procedure is to score
Nigga, watch your back, they be plottin', come and slam on ya
Old man to clap at ya, same nigga get after ya
Assassinate your character, that's why we focus on stackin' up
I'm lampin' with my savages, we kick back, blowin' cannabis
Nigga, watch your back, they be plottin', come and slam on ya
Old man to clap at ya, same nigga get after ya
Assassinate your character, that's why we focus on stackin' up
I'm lampin' with my savages, we kick back, blowin' cannabis
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