The Underdog Cypher, Vol. 1 ft. Dalé Cas & Birksmith Lyrics

You finna see the wick spark again

We finna hit it out the park again

This for the underground artist, constantly working their hardest

Only to have someone turn they back to it

That shit's retar- uh uh um

Sorry, I know you sensitive pussies like to censor shit you don't like

And that's alright but

Don't think your opinion's more valid then his, her or mine

I'd whip my own ass if I stepped out of line, fuck you

The world we live in is a tragic movie

My mind takes a vacation when the pen hit the loose leaf

Can you blame me for wanting to step away from goofies

You ignoramus's ain't listening, just coping Gucci

Pack the pot in the doobie

And then hop in the Hooptie

We bouta ride around, throwing rhymes round ooh wee

Hate it or love it

Either way we the unda

Dogs, breaking out of the pound with sounds so raw

Introducing, the one and only

Dalé

Cas

Say hello to my anxiety

It's hard being king

Blending in with our society

Checks to the notary I left it notoriety

Already know it's me, no mask needed for the robbery

I grew up sipping wok

Codeine up in that pottery

Go and ask my pops, he'll tell ya I be where that slaughter be

No need to reach the top, my top that be where your daughter be

I'm ready for my shot

I'm a Glock atcha artery

Waiting for it, pop ya up for cigarettes and groceries

I don't know no cops, but I can show you where that cop will be

Was posted on the block

With a brick, drug house and me

I'll be turning white to gold fiends, love the alchemy

Yeah I know I'm nice, won't hold the door for no one after me

Hard knock life, reaper and a wife, polygamy

Murder what she write, wonder bout her search history

Is murder whatcha like or when your father drinks his misery

I don't want to

I don't want to be

Ayo, what's up

I don't like the way that kids looking at me

That kid there, yeah

Why don't you go say something then

Ever since I was a toddler I was hard headed

I knew what I wanted, knew what I meant when I said it

I raised the bar a few times, a midget musta set it

Yo I'm unappreciated

Cool calm and collected

But I find them tryna censor my shit like every second

This is hip hop, either grow a pair bitch or kick rocks

You wanna cancel who

The hell you gonna do

You're more annoying then new rap is wit auto tune

I'm up to bat, I'ma swing, shatter, fuck all of you

Whatever happened to freedom of speech

If you don't like it you can lick the crack in between both of my cheeks

Sheesh, what's a man gotta do for a little peace, run

Hello, hello

Welcome to my therapy session

I know I'm blessed but my attention is deficit

Definitely off my rocker, no stopping this clit popper

Shaking up my emotions, and spilling em out the bottle

Conditioned to be phenomenal

Problems, I got a lot of em

Promise any obstacle you throw, I'ma be on top of em

Respect my conglomerate

It's been while now so why the fuck am I anonymous, oh no

I'm on your ass like a dog wit a new bone

I even get respect from the O.G.'s in the group homes

Dorothy in the corner, breaking her knees when my tune's on

She mighty fine for eighty-five she musta got a boob job

Yo that's my grandma dog, yeah leave the girl alone

I'm sorry dude I'm just doing what horny humans do, ew

Now let's get twisted like a looney tune

Underdogs up to bat, doing what the winners do

This beat's a problem like ripping condoms and licking bottoms

I gotta grip on my shit, but not like these pre-madonnas

Fuck a bottle, I'm downing a gallon honest

Babbling whatever the hell go through my mind while ya'll been staying silent

Sit back and crank the volume up until you break the nob

Parked outside a church, have the father screaming oh god

Driving by your block, screaming everybody duck

I should be locked inside a looney bin stuck

Throw the key into the deepest sea

And just leave me the hell alone if you have any decency

Just bring me sativa cbd, I'll be free this evening

And D R E wit Eazy E cd, I need some healing

How many more albums shall I drop until I hit the ceiling

You tell me hip hop's a bitch

I'm copping feelings

People just don't

Get the fucking

Joke

Birksmith

Pass me the blunt

Pass me the mic and then I'm gone

Stocking these batteries, duralast what I'm sipping on

So let these bitches know I last a long time

Keep my cock fully loaded, no more blocking my shine

We underdogs, but the youngins only blabbering

So I'ma keep them out my ears unless they brought the aspirin

Keep my headache meds on deck for these fuck boys

It's suicide if you against me, I ain't here for love boy

In my circle keep it nit tight

Get the fuck off, you don't want fights

Scrape you up nice

My emotions always fight night

You go night night

If you out a line country bumpkin, get you done right

Midnight, when the wolves come

Blow that house down

Underdogs of the century, they call us blood hounds

Sniff it sniff it

So get the picture

And get ta running

Your paranoia

Should listen to it

We fuckin hungry

Yes