Verse 1:

MC's out there how deep does the underground get?

Deep engough to set up the upset

With your dream and aspirations personal status across the nation

That only leads to the aggravation of realizing thee exaggerate

The stakes when your the best on the block

You got the whole world locked

Thinkin' lyrics get you over leave you sadly mistaken

When lyricist are brought to the rude awakening

That just cause your flavor is phat

Doesn't mean your Tasters Choice

If the crowd doesn't recognize your voice

So new jacks feel the sad truth the proof

Now you can have the best beat and the illest flow

A dope crew with the full proof stage show

But it your jams what the followers don't know

You ain't gettin' no love from the crowd bro

Is that justice when you come correct like a-yo bust this

And heads be like "Who the fuck is this" -B.I.G.-Warning

But when the same records on the play list

The last shall be first and the least likely to get dissed

Now it might of been a while but ain't a damn thing changed

From the opening acts to the solid gold wax

But these are the facts when you gotta wait your turn on line

So let me show you one way to kill time



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Cause this is for the heads that' on some next shit

(NEXT SHIT) Noboy reocognize till the next hit (NEXT HIT)

You gotta hush the crowd (HUSH THE CROWD)

I said hush the crowd (HUSH THE CROWD)

A-yo this is for the heads that's on some next shit

(NEXT SHIT) But nobody recognize till it's the next hit (NEXT HIT)

You gotta hush the crowd (HUSH THE CROWD)

It don't matter when they ain't gettin' loud (HUSH THE CROWD)



Verse 2:

A-yo how many times have you seen it?

The local boy makes good around your hood

With the style you couldn't knock uless you tried it

But gettin' props is a whole nother mission

Because crowd participation is bore of attrition

See time is the person that you have to sift through

Cause you just an act people have to sit through

Before the show stoppers pay twice as much as you

But frankly guess who the crowd came to see

Especially the ones who showed up two hours early

Just to pack up the front put yourself in they shoes

We ain't got time for new jacks trying to pay dues

You lose because I got the dialect blues

You're unknown just like them 50,000 other crews

So I'm a either play the back or you can hear the boos

So when you wondering why it's so quiet you hearin' crickets

I'm saving my energy for the names on the ticket

Matter of fact a-yo you best to shorten up your show

I paid my doe to see the pros flow

My man in the back got plenty of pennys to throw

And now you askin' me to say "ho" oh hell no but that's why



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Verse 3:

So let's see as we break this down logically we confirm premiscy

The crowd wants to murder ya because they never heard of ya

But do you quit it wishing you never would of did it

Or say committed and come with it

Well I prefer the latter cause time fly and if your dope

You get a deal and watch your pockets get fatter

And if your wack you'll probably get a deal anyways

Cause now a days come on look around it don't matter

Besides what's your options put you hard work up for adoption

And climb back down from the middle of the ladder

I rather break the mics and the lights and lick a shot up in the air

Just to watch the crowd scatter

But naw cause then you mess it up for the few true

Hardcore heads to give credit where the credit is due

Guarentee that if you keep it dedicated to them

They'll turn around and dedicate it you like yo



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