Joey Badass
Joey Badass - Underground Airplay lyrics
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[Intro] For the underground… [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] What you lookin' at? I'm with the Crooklyn pack Don't front, we brought Brooklyn back You know where my lines is where the hookers at One punchline outshine before I show ‘em where the hook is at Where you at? Pro Era info, you could book us at We snot-nosed, just don't forget where the boogers at Brown skin, curly hair, tell ‘em J-Boogie's back I be too blic Insane in the membrane from the empire But I keep my mind in the pen state Niggas wanna know how I keep my pen straight? Damn straight, how they tryna bite off of my template? Based off they sentences No, they ain't got good penmanship That get you clapped like an assembly And that's all that I was sent to say Let's get a offer ‘fore SOPA try to censor me They provoked in the Mensa, intensely Niggas thought they could relax but look tense to me That's all I was sent to say Let's get a offer ‘fore SOPA try to censor me They provoced in the Mensa, intensely Niggas thought they could relax but look tense to me [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] I walk around Harlem blocks, pockets full of knots Niggas try to jock cause I smoke the best pot Road trips, I let my young chick rock Hold the work for a nigga slide at the rest stop Hungry like a nigga fresh out Sippin' medicated punch, someone dapped out Scribble my name, “X” your name out Fuck off me, turpentine'll get the stain out Nigga my name ring bells from Wellington to Belgium You get your passport stamped seldom Fuck around, kids you're welcome Washed ‘em up before the bell rung Fuck your premonitions, my proposition to the opposition is… Get down and lay down or pop up missin' George Kush, when it's war, I'm firin' Money on your head, nigga, change your mind [Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T] Hey, let me ride, woah – let me rap a taste We cut them corners like stoners 'til they evaporate I had to break, no longer dancin' by the rhythm A plunder suction of suckers, smoke, fuck it, I had to kill them, you know Niggas ain't fucking with Cinematic Half of these niggas ain't even average How is it the word classic gets tossed around? But fuck them critics, I do this shit here for the underground Bubble hotter than multi lava that burn their summers down Itty bitty tittie sucker – where them hoes you claim you fuckin'? All up on my jock again, I get around like Pac and ‘em Slammin' sushi rolls tied with teryaki paint I chop stick her dim sum enter the dragon Sure enough, locusts, the grasshoppers is plenty They peep my technique, but can never ever beat the sensei Shogun, try me nigga, I know some, word to son I crush they vertebras, my verbal play can weigh a ton Elephant been in the room They can't decipher for the life of many biters that challenge how we still consume Cyphers of so many writers are like us are surely doomed A king remembered in time, I thought you knew Bitch… [Outro] For the underground…