Strictly Underground pt 2

Intro: Awon
Uh huh, Awon again, Thomas Prime, Goon Trax, check it

Verse 1: Awon
One of the warriors who got the game mastered
Cobain I'm Stillmatic on yo broke asses
Blazing narrows for fakes fameology
Just tryna live and drop my shit properly
Trap music for the southern underground
Champion sound death is certain when I come around
Spit monkey bars, murder grand masters
Hell with the staff is, bug the ecstatic
Labor Day is for pimps don't pay taxes
Bitches run when the realness happens
These are the disposable arts spitting darts
For dead ringer, that'll rip yo bitch ass apart
This is ghetto pop life, they wanted the documentary
Pick a bigger weapon Return of the Mack lyrically
I know I'm dope I live below the heavens
I sleep when you dead, it's a 187

Hook: Awon
And they say I'm strictly underground
These rappers haul ass when I come around
Still droppin realness with a gutter sound
I will never stop flowin (stop flowin)
(x2)

Verse 2: Awon
Underground kings, I'm the American gangster
The undisputed true still shittin all you wangsters
Waiting to inhale because I exhale
Tronic third world techniques, immortal from Hell
The show is donuts, and then what happened?
The Renaissance came and I was the captain
I desire to spit fire and never retire
Return of the magnificent through The Wire
I still stank on ya, and get cake on ya
Deploy inner corners still got the weight on ya
Mad villainy purple haze got me feelin me
Grande has already passed now the illogy
Claims king the loan, behead you at the throne
And you can tell yo bitch that daddy is home
This is for the grown children, the underground feeling
It's so appealing, my crib has no ceilings

Hook: Awon
And they say I'm strictly underground
These rappers haul ass when I come around
Still droppin realness with a gutter sound
I will never stop flowin (stop flowin)
(x2)

Verse 3: Awon
All I need is food and liquor, I'm cool calm chillin
Love Supersedes, Beautiful Loser they feelin it
Fiending for the fish scale, yeah I keep em coppin
When life gives you lemons all you do is keep droppin
I was born like this, still fine then forever
My game theory is keep spittin and flow better
You need this music, my raps is so classic
A world concept's iller tracks for your asses
Relapse on your recovery, no one can fuck with me
Thank me later for my newest discovery
The wizard of poetry, poppin off lasers
That imaginary players who don't root for the Lakers
I'm Kobe with the mic, Black Mamba when I strike
Slice your windpipe when I sit down and write
This shit is five mic, the tipping point, the massacre
Before I self destruct, I will murder whack rappers

Hook: Awon
And they that I'm strictly underground
These rappers haul ass when I come around
Still droppin realness with a gutter sound
I will never stop flowin (stop flowin)
(x2)

Outro: Awon
Yo we're all just beautiful losers, tryna make our way in this world, waiting for tomorrow waiting for the next classic joint to drop, we got a chance to make it right ya know what I'm sayin, look to all ya'll saying hip hop's already dead just hit rewind on the track man it's about taking notes, feel me