No talent- scratchednIntro:nHa ha it's going down right now. The proceeds from Grouch's album is goingnout to charity. Ha ha. Grouch ain't to racer! What? Saver! Aye peep thisnright here.nnMr. Goliath:nThe light was on upstairs we was unprepared for the next eventnBut the circumstance left a cool sense of surprisenEyes widen upnWhen some speakers with talons raise the mic in the clutchnRight smack in the middlenBumpin' all we continue with a smigget of patients to delivernFollow these messages translated aided by a flow so similar to lettin'nyourself go freely on the stand stillnPatients wearing thinnBut we wait so we don't hatenSlow Rollin' through the YaynAs we raise fine art through the origin hip hopnUndoubtedlynRaising through the top to be fresh equals me and my crewnthe best way to kick it and forget about the blues about not being on TVnSummon up the skills are comin' up and summon all thoughts of creativitynTestin' your vacinitynnGrouch:nI heard that good things come to those who waitnBut I hate lackin' ass dead time like a line with no baitnAnd I be sittin' at the dock of the Bay fiendin' for micsnDreamin' of nights where wishes come truenAnd the bitches come throughnWith new Nikes are worn and warm meals are served with ANY form of MCnWho had the bit of nerve but I observe that's not the casenAt every time and placenI ask the future for the answer to the question that I facenI had a place called contentment but the rent was too highnGot evicted from that shit now I'm bent through the skynI spynMy patents like the enemy (enemy)nIt's like a nation that pretends to be down until you turn aroundnI yearn for sounds of bliss so risk you can't ignore themnAnymore men who listennThe smoother my mission flowsnAddiction grows like seeds as my need to achieve (feed me)nI take a rest after the leave (leave)nnHook: (x2)nFreely in the standstillnPatients wearing thinnSo we wait but we don'tnSo we ain't slow rollin' through the YaynAs we raise fine art through this origin hip hopnnEligh:nSending gifts of understanding to those not understoodnExcept those faggot ass MCs now interpretations is goodnThat's how I'm living that's my understanding unchangednOr deranged by the city no matter how strangenMy gauge is knocking full speed full throttlenBust a bottle on the concrete it's that's long lasting angernCasting shadows over strangersnIn front of Blondes I slang tapesnOr at least attempt knowing nobodies exemptn>From being brokenMe and a smoker I need loot for support getting the bootnWhen I fish the lake no permanent residence so I partake on a searchnA bird with out a perchnSpecifically a crow lost in the hot snownNo nest, no money to investnScraping wood chips doused with no resin mostly sessnA little bit less then happy, I keep my penmanship on pointnI said what I meant keeping to fingers on the jointnnSunspot Jones:nWake, up, FOOL! (look look)nDo you rip out a shit or not?nI ain't got no time to listen do you miss your four promo?nOh no don't make me get livenHalf those arrogant DJs got our shit but don't play itnLeavin' underground and MCs feelin' mad and a little underratednI hated givin' a DJ my shitnBut organize he wanna ride the East coast dick (get off they...!)nThat's why I stop goin' Crugges eatin' Crisco (put your hands lay down)nThat's why I never kiss no ass to bump my singlenNo nawnThey be like y'all is worldwidenCan I be your DJ? (huh?)nAnd I think back to when your bitch made ass wouldn't give me no play in thenBaynUntil you saw us kickin' it in Rap Page (oh)nA rocket swingin' outta your bottles in Monte CarlonYou started, jock, see wenControl our destinynWell those fools is scared to see you be frontin' in the barnRidin' in your partner carnTalkin' bout shit you never gonna don35, broke but coolnWalkin' your baby daughter to schoolnBeeotchn(and that ain't even your baby)nGimmie my.nGet out my way (ha ha)nnHooknnMurs:nNow 99 these motherfuckers out now don't know shit about sellin' they own tapenBut give these niggas a deal they bad as Superman without the capenWaitnWhen the album don't get bought and the label drop your assnDrop- Beastie BoysnYou find out you wasn't as fly as you thoughtnCaught ground zero another hometown hero turn has beennWhile me and my crew just look at your ass then laugh thennThrow your tape out the window on the freewaynWe finish the night countin' our money from sellin' tapes the G waynAnd that's tax freenNow if you ask menAll you signed motherfuckers need to attend underground collegenAnd under me attain the knowledge on how to properly MCnI'm watchin' Rap City, MTV waitin' for someone to ring the gongnYeah that video is hella fresh but it ain't got shit to do with your songnNow all these crews will never know the meaning of payin' duesnBut claimin' they mastered the lessonsnBut then they holdin' a drink and a mic in the other handnBecome the meaning of stage presencenAnd backstage can't protect you from the rage of this teenage wondernMake you state your name break and serial numbernBefore I put you undernAnd add another stripe to the cultnSee I sniped you through the throat will full metal jacket tacticsnCultivated on the streets of mid city LAnWhere niggas don't play thatnYou said that on the album you better live itnOr give that shit a restnI'm tired of you motherfuckers not gettin' put to the testnAnd I'm not believing' that you sockin' niggas in the face just for breathingnDeceiving' the blind throwin' out swinenTo all these starvin' mindnAnd you'll find none in which you can compare menCause I ain't done shit unless it's LegendarynBitchnnHook (x3)nnscratching the underground stifle now
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