Lyrics

[Intro] Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up Don't go against the weathermen You gonna get fucked up [Verse 1] And I ain't fucked up now, bluffing the basics Lead stuff in the Asics from that kid puffing the Matrix I let my brain cells fight it out until the lighter out You ain't even got hands to hold the guns you write about Ain't got a heater. Meanwhile, Cage be wanting four fifths I stay putting it down and don't come off this Accomplice not needed, spray dolo with more Letter combinations in my blood than K-Solo LSD, THC, PCP The only three left I need's GED You know you can't stand the manic Even if you don't get the picture, the point of view's still panoramic Chemical organic, leaf is clouding Get your contact cracking in three plus two thousand [Hook] This is Federal hate the dead are awake the medical's great This is the life of a underground rapstar Get lots of brain but the birds are vain and peck at anything This is the life of a underground rapstar You spit it you bit it and then you got your car kitted, you get it? This is the life of a underground rapstar Travel on somebody else's dime and can still pull out the nine This is the life of a underground rapstar [Verse 2] This is my brain on drugs these are the drugs on my brain I stab the shit out of Clyde just like I bludgeoned his dame After I fucked her insane Sex pistol got a chest to spray The fuck you think? My identity was born yesterday? Been the prince elite since the Purple Rain was in the street I parted the projects for that sea of sulphur you seek And the beam on my gun matched the drink in my glass That's Incredible Hulk, licked on her incredible ass Liquid, kids, Snake Plissken driftin' and tear off Escape from New York and come back when the 'shish wear off Personality pair off til my skin frays Been off for ten days feel like two still light blue The black Ferrari bed Ain't forgivin a ho for givin' up sorry head Vintage electronic, Atari wet Labels try to hype you up like you goin' fight Roy Like [?] [?] fucked around and signed the wrong white boy [Hook] This is Federal hate the dead are awake the medical's great This is the life of a underground rapstar Get lots of brain but the birds are vain and peck at anything This is the life of a underground rapstar You spit it you bit it and then you got your car kitted, you get it? This is the life of a underground rapstar Travel on somebody else's dime and can still pull out the nine This is the life of a underground rapstar This is the life of a underground rapstar This is the life of a underground rapstar This is the life of a underground rapstar This is the life of a underground rapstar