Undergods - 129 lyrics
[Undergods - 129 lyrics]
Canibus, Keith Murray keith Murray, Canibus
We take "1-2-3-4-5-6-8-7-9"
Emcees, they put 'em in a line
They hit 'em with the "1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2"
"Til the meter says 9-9-9"
Y'all tryna hit 'em with the
Old bada boom bada bing
Y'all remain slaves, we remain kings
Fall back haters, let us do the damn thing
Damn, don't blame us, God gave us this hang
He made it bang bang
So we shot like bling bling
From here to every dark cell in Sing-Sing
I've never been a hater, I'm a nigga-lover
I'll bite off the face of
Dog the Bounty Hunter
I'm a mover and a shaker, you a born loser
Come through it
Throw you win the Heimlich maneuver
Your chick she a Hoover
My diving gear is scuba
I'm a dog spelled backwards
Don't eat oo ganooba
Eye, patch it up like Slick Rick the Ruler
We got more lyrical broadbandwidth
Than a computer
What the hooter? Blast off like a luger
My squad be "Disturbing Tha Peace" like Luda!
"1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9"
Emcees they put 'em in a line
They hit 'em with the "1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2"
"'Til the meter says 9-9-9"
I've been in this game for years
It made me an animal
One millennium later, I'm still a cannibal
Hands free answerable, memory expansible
Sample you
Question you, answer you, dismantle you
To examine you in the flight path
A light craft if my rhymes climb height too
Fast you might crash
Tried to get through though
It YouTube taping Benazir Bhutto
The assassin got too close
Search party found a body, no prints
Just nobbies corpse smell like pastrami
Anybody care to stop me?
The mic's out of tune
Tell the sound engineer
'bada bing bada boom' sound check one two
You, what were you thinking? Who
The fuck cares about lyrics?
How can this even exist?
It's the smiley face attached to the
Paper next to the gun rack
Copenhagen did six sets of tracks
"1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9"
Emcees they put 'em in a line
They hit 'em with the "1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2"
"'Til the meter says 9-9-9"
Been in these streets for years
It made us some animals
So, it's understandable when I
Make you a vegetable
Respect our rep, step-by-step, maniacal
Give you something you can feel, real
More tangible coming against us
You're gonna have your hands full
Get knocked down from the blindside like Suge
Whether freestyle or written
We some mic titans
Y'all talk shit and apologize like Mike Tyson
Cannibalise the kid spitting something that
Is fit for consumption
Some niggas hate it some niggas love it
The shot will make you stiff in your stomach
A thousand bars and running
You still tryna spit a hundred
Too stubborn to see the UnderGods coming
At Robert Lange Studio pressing buttons
Plugging microphones in and busting
Big Punisher never punches
I don't know how he does it
But he would be proud of it
Canibus, Keith Murray, UnderGods, we coming!
We take "1-2-3-4-5-6-8-7-9"
Emcees, they put 'em in a line
They hit 'em with the "1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2"
"Til the meter says 9-9-9"
Y'all tryna hit 'em with the
Old bada boom bada bing
Y'all remain slaves, we remain kings
Fall back haters, let us do the damn thing
Damn, don't blame us, God gave us this hang
He made it bang bang
So we shot like bling bling
From here to every dark cell in Sing-Sing
I've never been a hater, I'm a nigga-lover
I'll bite off the face of
Dog the Bounty Hunter
I'm a mover and a shaker, you a born loser
Come through it
Throw you win the Heimlich maneuver
Your chick she a Hoover
My diving gear is scuba
I'm a dog spelled backwards
Don't eat oo ganooba
Eye, patch it up like Slick Rick the Ruler
We got more lyrical broadbandwidth
Than a computer
What the hooter? Blast off like a luger
My squad be "Disturbing Tha Peace" like Luda!
"1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9"
Emcees they put 'em in a line
They hit 'em with the "1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2"
"'Til the meter says 9-9-9"
I've been in this game for years
It made me an animal
One millennium later, I'm still a cannibal
Hands free answerable, memory expansible
Sample you
Question you, answer you, dismantle you
To examine you in the flight path
A light craft if my rhymes climb height too
Fast you might crash
Tried to get through though
It YouTube taping Benazir Bhutto
The assassin got too close
Search party found a body, no prints
Just nobbies corpse smell like pastrami
Anybody care to stop me?
The mic's out of tune
Tell the sound engineer
'bada bing bada boom' sound check one two
You, what were you thinking? Who
The fuck cares about lyrics?
How can this even exist?
It's the smiley face attached to the
Paper next to the gun rack
Copenhagen did six sets of tracks
"1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9"
Emcees they put 'em in a line
They hit 'em with the "1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2"
"'Til the meter says 9-9-9"
Been in these streets for years
It made us some animals
So, it's understandable when I
Make you a vegetable
Respect our rep, step-by-step, maniacal
Give you something you can feel, real
More tangible coming against us
You're gonna have your hands full
Get knocked down from the blindside like Suge
Whether freestyle or written
We some mic titans
Y'all talk shit and apologize like Mike Tyson
Cannibalise the kid spitting something that
Is fit for consumption
Some niggas hate it some niggas love it
The shot will make you stiff in your stomach
A thousand bars and running
You still tryna spit a hundred
Too stubborn to see the UnderGods coming
At Robert Lange Studio pressing buttons
Plugging microphones in and busting
Big Punisher never punches
I don't know how he does it
But he would be proud of it
Canibus, Keith Murray, UnderGods, we coming!