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

 Hook:
 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

 Hook

 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

 Hook