NPC3 - Underdogs lyrics

That's that rap tandem who spit it at random Think they f**in' cool, but they ain't even that handsome They don't flash cash, do no damn dancin' How the f** are they the best? I just can't stand em Another rap tantrum, from rappin' peers I hate rappers, but I'm in love wit rappers' tears sh** for years we be spittin', gettin' downplayed By these wack rap cats, knowin' they a downgrade And nowadays they'll straight play victim Cuz the hate stays subtle like today's racism Form cliques and s** on each other's dicks Black ball real talent from ever hittin' the mix Never spittin' no hits, what part of the game is this? This the part where them b**hes go try and throw in a fix But f** this, you can bet that we got em shook It's a muthaf**in' hit soon as Demo gets on the hook So now you know why they say nothin' lasts forever The table's turnin' now and you can feel the pressure It's gettin' close, the underdogs are takin' over You can't stop my team - so retreat They said we'd never make it, debated why we're underrated And wonder why your favorite rapper's hated The underdogs, underestimated, but not complainin' Cuz it made us motivated, leavin' em captivated at the movement that we're makin' You're moment's been mistaken, I hate to say it, face it He really wasn't fakin' when he made that over saturated statement No talent because they basic, too bad it covers the nation Talkin' about they comin' from a spaceship, but speakin' too ancient No sign of intelligence, they stupid, repetitive, pathetic and arrogant So it's time for the specialist to get up and fix it quick with the lyrical excellence But they testin' our temperament, tryin' to keep us from enterin' The game but we're set to win, we're destined to make it big, but the question is when? They got my patience runnin' thin wit all that wack music So now you know why they say nothin' lasts forever The table's turnin' now and you can feel the pressure It's gettin' close, the underdogs are takin' over You can't stop my team - so retreat It's the three stooges, lyrical beat bruisers Abusers of all these overrated weak losers Spittin' sicker rhymes in a couple lines Than your dopest sh** combined in your muthaf**in' prime But never mind those little weak hoes, these three amigos gonna k** the show Better let em know to play their role, and hang on our testicles When we spittin' flows and demo's hittin' doper tones To the dome While these hoes overdose on the notes and our quotes Touchin' toes like a pro and they open they throats And they choke on this twisted sickness The pricks of the business keep rippin' up b**hes In inches We the beat keepers and verbal heat seekers Street teachers, we preach and reach speakers Decease beats to pieces with these meat cleavers Beastly features, we creep with the creatures And spit ether These venomous bars'll blow your favorite swag rapper up and send him to Mars Let em dwell with the stars and all they ga**ed up hype We some underdogs, triple R, but that's alright We can mash all night up on the mic, the outcasts of life The Rez Rap trio that's all white and tight So tell us somethin' we don't know We keep it original, k** em wit syllables, leavin' the slow, typical, predictable, simple, non lyrical rappers lookin' so pitiful and miserable, it's wonderful When we spit a flow And when we hit em though, they fittin' ta cave in From our weapon, our pen, the battle never will end So go pretend that you ain't feelin' our tracks And we don't k** it on wax, and we ain't dealin' in facts We're runnin' laps around these wack a** cats, on tracks No holdin' us back, we're the infamous pack and it's as simple as that So now you know why they say nothin' lasts forever The table's turnin' now and you can feel the pressure It's gettin' close, the underdogs are takin' over You can't stop my team - so retreat