Thoughts From The Underground Lyrics

Yeah

Never thought I'd come to this in my life

But I gotta let some shit out

So here's to Thoughts from underground

Rap about a struggle, what I was called to do

Came up naturally, then became allergic to

The bullshit, get pulled, fully loading

Shoot from the hip, full clip, no bullshit

Thank the lord above for lookin' out for me

But God assist me

I'm still in need, I've been prayin', but it's been pretty lonely to me

As the years pass, I get more lonely

Yeah, hit that beat

Why do people still call me J-4-K-E?

I don't know, but it's startin' to get to me

And I'm runnin' the game with my pinky

P!nk winked at me, may I show you your master room?

Jake Music, Raporatory

I do it for the passion, the dream, bedroom beats

But support's needed

Don't wantthe lights to get shut down

Sending a letter from your lover, baby I'm bleedin'

Sent to the rap, Godfather, whom it may concern

Shoutout to Em, Royce 5'9", or Dre, for motivation and stuff I've learned

Rappin' my ass off like I was laughin'

Fully cappin', Colin Kaepernick, I fucked your bitch

She called me the team captain, ah-ah, I scratched the itch

To another subject matter, I was mad about the fact

That I wasn't poppin' like Redenbacher, Orville

Act 2, Skinny Pop

Like I'm a fire, I stop, drop and roll, giddy uppity

How fast can you rap, how many words can you pack?

Doubt me, now laugh faster than I tap you back

Get to rappity-rap, talk smack without lack

Substance abuse, to words that you choose

Better pick a few

'Cause if you diss me, I'll strangle you and hang you like a tree

How many verses you lose, spit words like kung fu at your face, little pussy

When you rap, I'd make your face and body turn black and blue

So pack and choose, smack and lose, what you say against me

Can be held against you

In the court of Jake Music

And my presence will lower you, piss me off and I'll take you

And lyrically murder you

It doesn't take a JDF for me to prove how much dirt I use, yeah

Here we go, here we end

Thoughts from the underground, count me in

Independent rapper, on the outlet, on the grid

I try to rap hard, better than my last songs

Never know which song is my last

And it's hard to whip lyrics right out of my ass

Thoughts from the underground