Representing Your Ground

Lyrics

Echō Unltd. ft. P.S.P. - "Representing Your Ground" [Emcee(s): P.S.P.] [Producer(s): P.S.P.] [Intro: Sample with Scratches] "What you gonna do when a nigga come through?" (x2) [Hook: P.S.P. and (Sample with Scratches)] Down for my crown, kid, pound for pound And when you're out of town, represent your ground ("What you gonna do when a nigga come through?") Not trying to lose is how I get down So when you're out of town, represent your ground ("What you gonna do when a nigga come through?") [Verse 1: P.S.P.] The streets? You can't judge it. Your text stays low- -budget. I shine like platinum, you can't smudge it Nonstop, I keep emcees in line like rollerblades Your methods from the past like cameo fades. I'm better Than the average. Kids be fronting like they're savage Faking fool fantasies to bring them cabbage Rhyming is an issue. You can't diss that real With fort official. You'll get discarded like gristle Your technique is slummy, your style's runny—word up Wack crews fall apart like crash test dummies Lyrically, I boom through your barrio. You feeling me Lay down the foundation heads don't be knowing I'm blowing up your whole shit like Oklahoma, God flew down And when I finished, bones is all that your team found Throw your raps in the gutters. Misled emcees Insane, bringing more games than Parker Brothers I rush the stage like Haitians to entertain niggas that be On some crazy shit, who be acting like mental patients It's P. I move through the crowd like buddha smoke, blessing Majesties, working strategies. You talk about Representing crews, but you ain't paid no dues, nigga See? I've been in this shit since y'all wore baby shoes You talk about representing crews, but you ain't paid No dues. I've been in this shit since y'all wore baby shoes [Hook: P.S.P. and (Sample with Scratches)] Down for my crown, kid, pound for pound ("What you gonna do when a nigga come through?") And when you're out of town, represent your ground Not trying to lose is how I get down ("What you gonna do when a nigga come through?") When you're out of town, represent your ground Down for my crown, kid, pound for pound ("What you gonna do when a nigga come through?") And when you're out of town, represent your ground Not trying to lose is how I get down ("What you gonna do when a nigga come through?") So when you're out of town, represent your ground [Verse 2: P.S.P.] Come real. I don't need to act ill to make you slip Throw your whole program like poker chips You can't fuck around, so why try? I run my game Undercover—you couldn't spot me if you was FBI Off your gimmicks, you're gimmical. I burn a rapper like A chemical, third-degree. Your words are miniscule Niggas blowing smoke like tailpipes with the frail technique That won't float because it's weak when we speak Let that be spoken. Cut careers when I'm open Understand, son. I don't give a what about your slogan You spoke your piece, but you had doubt, you're assed-out Fucked around, caught beatings 'til you passed out Watch out when I enter the center, bringing more vocals than Niggas be rocking bubblegooses in the dead of winter It's so strange. Rap carries Range like Rover Drive through your speaker, leave you broke down like a nova Fat freestyles become proverbial projectiles Stay wild, punching holes like stray bullets up in your style Making noise like handguns, releasing on Ill ones. Rap recitals raw, wicked tools, son [Hook: P.S.P. and (Sample with Scratches)] (x2) Down for my crown, kid, pound for pound ("What you gonna do when a nigga come through?") And when you're out of town, represent your ground Not trying to lose is how I get down ("What you gonna do when a nigga come through?") So when you're out of town, represent your ground [Verse 3: P.S.P.] Sharp swords, I push raps like currents through cords Flexing, crazy like sex without protection It's elementary. You entry-level heads can't see Past the hour when I bring you forward a century Brothers be just a few years out the cradle, thinking They're able, but they was gassed by their record label You need to get a hobby 'cause you the same type cat Fronting like you're big willy in the hotel lobby You're on some sickness talking 'bout how you bust with quickness I got a witness, see, you're lying in this hip-hop business Move-fakers equal small-time cheese-makers Apparatus is faulty, you dropped the ball, see? I'm on the scene to score like heroine fiends want more Heard of niggas trying to scheme, but who don't need that cream? Dim your lights. I need cash without tight sights I'm like a Kawasaki, you're just a little pedal bike That's how we get down—don't be playing around. Deadly Ground? Man, listen. How you think that sound? Make it happen, crank up the ASRs, SPs And 950s, and let's commence the rapping [Hook: P.S.P. and (Sample with Scratches)] Down for my crown, kid, pound for pound ("What you gonna do when a nigga come through?") And when you're out of town, represent your ground Not trying to lose is how I get down ("What you gonna do when a nigga come through?") So when you're out of town, represent your ground. Ayyo Down for my crown, kid, pound for pound ("What you gonna do when a nigga come through?") And when you're out of town, represent your ground Not trying to lose is how I get down ("What you gonna do when a nigga come through?") So when you're out of town, represent your ground