Mike McGovern - The Underdog Cypher, Vol. 1 (feat. Dalé Cas & Birksmith)

You finna see the wick spark again
We finna hit it out the park again
This for the underground artist, constantly working their hardest
Only to have someone turn they back to it
That shit's retar- uh uh um
Sorry, I know you sensitive pussies like to censor shit you don't like
And that's alright but
Don't think your opinion's more valid then his, her or mine
I'd whip my own ass if I stepped out of line, fuck you
The world we live in is a tragic movie
My mind takes a vacation when the pen hit the loose leaf
Can you blame me for wanting to step away from goofies
You ignoramus's ain't listening, just coping Gucci
Pack the pot in the doobie
And then hop in the Hooptie
We bouta ride around, throwing rhymes round ooh wee
Hate it or love it
Either way we the unda
Dogs, breaking out of the pound with sounds so raw

Introducing, the one and only
Dalé
Cas
Say hello to my anxiety
It's hard being king
Blending in with our society
Checks to the notary I left it notoriety
Already know it's me, no mask needed for the robbery
I grew up sipping wok
Codeine up in that pottery
Go and ask my pops, he'll tell ya I be where that slaughter be
No need to reach the top, my top that be where your daughter be
I'm ready for my shot
I'm a Glock atcha artery
Waiting for it, pop ya up for cigarettes and groceries
I don't know no cops, but I can show you where that cop will be
Was posted on the block
With a brick, drug house and me
I'll be turning white to gold fiends, love the alchemy
Yeah I know I'm nice, won't hold the door for no one after me
Hard knock life, reaper and a wife, polygamy
Murder what she write, wonder bout her search history
Is murder whatcha like or when your father drinks his misery
I don't want to
I don't want to be
Ayo, what's up
I don't like the way that kids looking at me
That kid there, yeah
Why don't you go say something then
Ever since I was a toddler I was hard headed
I knew what I wanted, knew what I meant when I said it
I raised the bar a few times, a midget musta set it
Yo I'm unappreciated
Cool calm and collected
But I find them tryna censor my shit like every second
This is hip hop, either grow a pair bitch or kick rocks
You wanna cancel who
The hell you gonna do
You're more annoying then new rap is wit auto tune
I'm up to bat, I'ma swing, shatter, fuck all of you
Whatever happened to freedom of speech
If you don't like it you can lick the crack in between both of my cheeks
Sheesh, what's a man gotta do for a little peace, run
Hello, hello
Welcome to my therapy session
I know I'm blessed but my attention is deficit
Definitely off my rocker, no stopping this clit popper
Shaking up my emotions, and spilling em out the bottle
Conditioned to be phenomenal
Problems, I got a lot of em
Promise any obstacle you throw, I'ma be on top of em
Respect my conglomerate
It's been while now so why the fuck am I anonymous, oh no
I'm on your ass like a dog wit a new bone
I even get respect from the O.G.'s in the group homes
Dorothy in the corner, breaking her knees when my tune's on
She mighty fine for eighty-five she musta got a boob job
Yo that's my grandma dog, yeah leave the girl alone
I'm sorry dude I'm just doing what horny humans do, ew
Now let's get twisted like a looney tune
Underdogs up to bat, doing what the winners do

This beat's a problem like ripping condoms and licking bottoms
I gotta grip on my shit, but not like these pre-madonnas
Fuck a bottle, I'm downing a gallon honest
Babbling whatever the hell go through my mind while ya'll been staying silent
Sit back and crank the volume up until you break the nob
Parked outside a church, have the father screaming oh god
Driving by your block, screaming everybody duck
I should be locked inside a looney bin stuck
Throw the key into the deepest sea
And just leave me the hell alone if you have any decency
Just bring me sativa cbd, I'll be free this evening
And D R E wit Eazy E cd, I need some healing
How many more albums shall I drop until I hit the ceiling
You tell me hip hop's a bitch
I'm copping feelings
People just don't
Get the fucking
Joke
Birksmith
Pass me the blunt
Pass me the mic and then I'm gone
Stocking these batteries, duralast what I'm sipping on
So let these bitches know I last a long time
Keep my cock fully loaded, no more blocking my shine
We underdogs, but the youngins only blabbering
So I'ma keep them out my ears unless they brought the aspirin
Keep my headache meds on deck for these fuck boys
It's suicide if you against me, I ain't here for love boy
In my circle keep it nit tight
Get the fuck off, you don't want fights
Scrape you up nice
My emotions always fight night
You go night night
If you out a line country bumpkin, get you done right
Midnight, when the wolves come
Blow that house down
Underdogs of the century, they call us blood hounds
Sniff it sniff it
So get the picture
And get ta running
Your paranoia
Should listen to it
We fuckin hungry
Yes

Written by:
Brandon Birkhead, Dale Cas, Michael McGovern

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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