SYpher - NBA (Never Back Away) lyrics

[SYpher] Ayo, I'm reppin' T-Dot, the main stop for any rap tour Where you can get popped & locked for selling to a crack who*e I'm back for more cause I'm never sick of rhymes Like in New York dodging shots in the KNICK of time Like how you always get slapped for the wrong pickup line SYph is staying in rap like a stick-up crime So pick up nines, HEAT and Glocks As we sell the tics and keep the tocs You got 24 seconds to beat the clock Add 76 to the percentage keeping watch And you got yourself a perfect 100 percent Rhyme WARRIORS battling under the trench TIMBERWOLVES bite your style and dive under the fence Escape the underground and make numbers of cents Now they heading to the top where they can see the SUN Coppin' ice so cold it could freeze your lungs Underground rappers praying, "please become A lyrical WIZARD that can please the sum Of emcees you bit on the way to the top" You can't win it all on your own, LAKER or not You ain't got respect, in the midwest you get pissed on By all the dicks that your chick's been rubbing her tits on You don't pa** the rock so I haven't scored yet Forget chick magnets, I got me a who*e net Had me a ho by the name of Katrina F'd the whole city and left, have you seen her? She's on the street corner playing JAZZ Cause her p**y got worn, it feels like paper bags Couldn't bust your nut for a BUCK to pay for gas Unless you want your NUGGETS s**ed, save your cash Before you get the wrong idea and get struck down And put into the back of the truck now, you better duck down Duck, cause I'm never gonna back away Rough sound, underground, k** a track a day Duck down cause I'm never gonna back away Rough sound, underground, k** a track a day Duck down cause I'm never gonna back away Rough sound, underground, k** a track a day Duck down cause I'm never gonna back away Rough sound, underground... Now I don't care if you got an Eagle or a HAWK in your pocket I hit hard out the box, it feels like a ROCKET I'll out-shoot you, ain't no way you can stop it You're just a one-hit-wonder like Pop, Lock & Drop It You're just pencil marks and I'm an eraser Just copped a new Ford but you still have to pay, sir Can't afford the gas to be a TRAIL BLAZER Cause you're inefficient, like an old CAVALIER No gas so you get your lady to drive And when she dumps you, you Bus It, Baby like Plies So what are you? a KING or a viking I strike down under like THUNDER and lightning I can't tell if you're talking dog or BULLsh** But I can tell that you're unable to dodge a full clip Of rhymes being spat in the SPUR of the moment For hip hop I am pure atonement My rhymes are like CLIPPERS sure to injure And leave splinters deep into opponents Win one battle and you think you beome this Animal like Jet Li named his son Grizz You're a lone MAVERICK in a herd of BOBCATS I'm on track to make contact with a contract And then I'mma NET some income Not like Dim-Sum but the big cash you get with wisdom I got the six digits like I'm copping a Mike cheque Mic check one, two, then I just might wreck The stage in a rage with a delirious rap Working MAGIC on you maggots like I'm Sirius Black Cheers on the Second Round, getting drunker than Obie Then suicide, parents bury jumpers like Kobe Bodies hit the ground and get struck down And put into the back of the truck now, you better duck down Duck, cause I'm never gonna back away Rough sound, underground, k** a track a day Duck down cause I'm never gonna back away Rough sound, underground, k** a track a day Duck down cause I'm never gonna back away Rough sound, underground, k** a track a day Duck down cause I'm never gonna back away Rough sound, underground...