Pop Da Brown Hornet - The Undaground Emperor Lyrics
[intro: pop da brown hornet]Yo, Im the undaground emperorMy albums for every body on the planetThis is hip hop right hereNyc, from outta shaolin, new yorkWe bring you, the undaground emperor, babyHold on, hold on[tanesse]Duck for cover, deep from up underIts the undaground emperorRugged style inventorShaolin representerFrom gp the grain, recognize the namePoppy da leavin niggas slang[pop da brown hornet]No more procrastinating, Im sick and tired of waitinFor my turn and burn, I gotta skip the line, I gotta go for mineIm only intact, with actual factPop da brown gotta get his, now that shaolins on the mapCuz I was there in the trenches, rockin consequencesWhile cats was in their house brainstormingYour family at the park, fillin under age performinStapleton held it down, parish through a swarminA gp affiliate, always kept it militantAlways known for bringin it, and thru the bullshitI kept it lyrically fit, eager to spitKicked about four bars, left mcs scared and shitThey were either scared of the rhymes, or scared of the cliqueIf you was soft in 86, you was just another victBut then we fought with fists, but now with clipsNo gladiators or regulators, we got the bloods and the cripsWhen the drug game died out, this game chips sproutedIts sad how the black man is easily regardedBut I cant the world, I only change meYou see, I went from a nice to a lethal mc[interlude: smoke]What the ***** yo? this is danger***** yall niggas is lookin at?Ya niggas dont know, ya niggas better act like ya knowThis is shaolin, stapleton right herePoppy da killin this shit[pop da brown hornet]Let it be known, exit the stoneWhen I die, burn me with two turntables and a microphoneThats all I ask for is an mc burialI live to die rubble, mutha***** a medalOr a 21 gun salute, its really not neededA product of the projects, consist to stay weededI told them I would do it, and if they chose not to believe itNow they toke behind my back and label me conceitedAnd mad they cant do it like the undaground emperorTakin mcs out since the 49 centerTakin mcs out way back in high schoolEven took some mcs out on the block, callin the twoRugged and raw, down to the coreTappin ya jaw, now ya pickin ya self off the floor[tanesse]Duck for cover, deep from up underIts the undaground emperorRugged style inventor[pop da brown hornet]Tossin mcs like dice, crushin em like ice***** a freestyle, Im chargin them niggas the full priceI spit the head banger, boogie wally, spittin dirtIm writin lyrics overtime, stay puttin it workDedicated like the sweat shop, ***** the next stopIm takin the express all the way to successAnd when I get there, Im blazin up a pound of cessSee imma die somethin, but it wont be stressThey aint nuthin like livin it up, not given a *****90 cents away from a buck, that shit suckNickel and dimin, state to state rhyminOn the *****ed up label that keeps that ass wininThat shits for the birds livin off bread and waterHalf time is over, lets start the third quarterSo I can start the slaughter, put these mcs out of orderThere life spendin is shorter[outro: pop da brown hornet]Word up, peace to that nigga smokePeace to the nigga su (stapleton, park hills)Word is bond, peace to the nigga rae (west brighton, new brighton)Knowhatimean, peace to all them cats from stapletills(jungle nills)(the whole shao-lills, for reals, pop da brown, gettin downFor the mutha*****in crown, undaground emperor, five style inventor)On real deals, all my click, hold it down, around the streetsAll day every day baby, only the big cats liveOnly cats
