K-Rino - Murda the Mainstream lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah We coming for ya Underground uprising Motherf**er, it's too late It's too late It's too late It's too late Let's go [Hook: x2] Uh, if you scared don't ride with me Cause any second I just might react violently Every month, every year, it's the same thing So f** it, murda the mainstream [Verse 1:] We specialize in agg' tracks, this ain't the Rat Pack When I'm coming at you better duck like Aflac Focus in on your bottom lip and then extract that Rip it across like the flap on a snapback hat You can't stop me every month I'm a come And I'm a keep on hitting licks like I was punching my tongue Trying to be victorious against something I brung Is like running a marathon with a dysfunctional lung (come on now) I just laugh when I watch the awards Other than a couple legends, all that I see is frauds Real music coming back, them some desolate odds Women wearing s*ut clothes and men dressing like broads Next year don't put no pants on, order you a gown Homeboy you ain't no motherf**ing artist, you a clown You a slave to the Master and you still in this trap Equivalent to a dummy on a ventriloquist's lap Come on now [Hook x2] [Verse 2:] "We glorify stripping, we glorify pimping We glorify sniffing coke and downgrading women" They planned for you to be stupid, our enemies know You ain't a falloff pimp, you just a industry ho Yeah I know, you offended, when I say it it hurts You don't know the game? Let me show you the way that it works The record label sign new artists, then push and promote Commercial dance songs, freak songs and songs about dope They pay the radio to play the sh** and put it on blast Next thing you know your five-year-old daughter is bouncing her a** And your son is at a club doing a feminine dance With an extra small shirt on and some pink a** pants CEO's in on it, they deny it, they lying You a damn fool if you don't see this sh** is designed And I'm knowing you probably thinking "So what? We paid!" But if he gave your a** a million, think how much he made Fool [Hook x2] [Verse 3:] See I believe in that secret meeting that left the game crushed Truth be told, I don't blame the industry, I blame us We let money cover the fact that these cats is evil We lost control as artists and parents and as people See, sometimes, it's alright to dwell in the past Even conscience rappers these days be selling they a** No lie, chasing the high cause the feeling is good The influence of bullsh** music is k**ing the hood Any money that they do get, they give it right back We in the ghetto struggling daily, we ain't living like that They k** the music that would breed thinking intelligent minds Singers and rappers throwing up secret and devilish signs Don't be fooled by the image and video represented Them ain't his cars or his women, and that mansion is rented You serving time on the label, I'm suspending your sentence This here's the official underground declaration of independence Yeah [Hook x2]