Juwan Shahir
Juwan Shahir - Underage Spittin' 2 songtekst
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Verse 1 G-G-G-G-G- .. Forget that I don't need a clique I can handle gettin a stack My content can get my demo sent To the nearest hip hop tent With a contract filled with dollas and cents You know the type of rap Where you just write it down And not even think about it Because your always gonna dream about it I line my verses down on paper And knock them down on the mic I instigate rap because there's always Bound to be a fight I wanna tear the mic And then sharpen my lyrical nails And i need the money and fame Without doing any bails My reaction to beef can trigger When the tension gets bigger When the snakes slither And the flowers start to wither Ya im too young for the game But it still needs me Like a baby and his mother Im not like the others Im straight up truthful You straight up not useful I spit till there's none left That's the same thing as sayin i spit till my death Verse 2 I don't have to be seen To get known And that's what's happenin Everyone chattin bout me even Through phones Holmes I just can't wait until I make it, break it And then forsake it Hide money in a stash 'cause kids after my cash I strike twice, The first one will blind ya Change the way you think about me Even the way you look at me The second one will bind ya Prevent you from beatin me Allow you to lose to me Its that easy My flow aint though Takes time but not any dough Priceless like a good relationship You wanna contemplate Of my fate Ill seal you in a crate Making you hate An making you debate Im a blast from the past And a present from the future I can set you in the right Environment that can suit ya Verse 3 Yo, i be creatin music In a new fashion We in a new class an' It don't matter what city we in We still keep crowds packin A rappers dream is similiar To ice cream Tastes good when it lasts but Runs out quite fast Im breakin it down Play by play Explaining how i Integrate rap Day by day Don't need no thug essence My true presence Lies within my sentences No need to jump fences I jump over mic cables Havin a hard time Gettin my raps stable If i had the cash I would build up a stash To buy time, so i could rhyme An not only stay on the grind I need to build up infamous stories That exist in reality Try not to get mad at me When the red carpet on your screen And the headline says, "im mean,lean, gettin tha green"