Underground For Dummies by Sage Francis
Underground For Dummies by Sage Francis

Underground For Dummies

Sage Francis * Track #2 On Human the Death Dance

Underground For Dummies Lyrics

[Intro]
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around your neck until your hanging on my every word

[Verse 1]
Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots
I'm the DIY artist with thick grass roots
Had a couple managers as a youth
I was too young to know better but I was like
"What does a manager do?"
Now one of them he saw dollar signs in my skin color
The other, he said to keep it undercover
Post-VIP Posse, pre-Internet Nazi era
Powers of suggestion suggested I be what I'm not and that's not me ever
From La Cienega to Meadowbrook Drive
Never looked surprised
Cut to the chase with metal hooks and knives
Now it's battle time, I stepped in the arena
Thirteen-year-old gladiator freak with a fever for the flavor of a fight on the mic
Follow the leader
Mistachuck was the surrogate father
KRS-One, the teacher
There I was, sneaking into clubs
Beating emcees to the punch over instrumentals dubbed
From tape deck to tape deck
Pause tape mix at breakneck speed
The only whitey in sight
That doesnt make me realer than you, or faker than you
But I'm authentic, forget it
Started breaking rules
Ten years later still hadn't stopped
Won the biggest battle in a Metallica shirt before the album dropped
A week later, smashed the trophy at a show
It was taking up the space that I needed to grow

[Hook]
Pop pop goes the weasel (The weasel)
Drop drop goes the easel (The easel)
This is hip hop for the people
Stop calling it emo (Waah)

[Verse 2]
I know a kid who thinks he's hip hop cause he buys it
I know a kid who thinks he's hip hop cause he never buys shit
Underground or mainstream
Some are bound to change schemes
Y'all weren't doin this dirt
When Jeru came clean

Before the Freddie Foxxx conflict with DMX
Around the time Jay-Z and Nas's girl had sex
I used to wake up every morning on a hard wooden floor
Living in Brooklyn with a car I couldn't afford
And if I wasn't hanging out in front of Fat Beats records
I was in the factory mailing out my 12 inches
Nowadays the DJs don't even spin wax
So fuck a promo copy, buddy, you can download the track
Seratooo promo sexual laptop
A hollow existence in a bottle
Ya' sip sip and swallow
I tripped quick then followed a path that made sense
Started out with a live band then worked with turntablists
Now I strike the match with the back of my front teeth
And light up the stage with just speech

(Aaagghh, doesn't matter, doesn't matter!)

I remember the days Ken and Dave let me crash on their couch
And I saved what I could and put the cash in my mouth
When I played in my hood I had a fraction of outs
'Til Atmosphere put me on and now I'm packin' the house
Since the mid-80's this has been a game of cat and mouse
It's funny hearing all the shit these rappers brag about
Knowing all of them are walkin around with massive doubts
Talking 'bout it's only status and platinum plaques that count

[Hook]
Pop pop goes the weasel (The weasel)
Drop drop goes the easel (The easel)
This is hip hop for the people (The people)
Stop calling it emo (Raah!)

[Bridge]
Irony is dead, it's so motherfucking dead, I was there by it's deathbed
And the last words that it said
Was "Whiiiiite booyyyy!"

[Verse 3]
I'm Still Sick with an independent record label
I built quick just when I got Sick of Waiting Tables
Then in the blink of an eye I waged war
As a known unsoldier with a soul you can't pay for
I ran a business on my own two legs
Known to beg if I needed to with homegrown bootlegs
I cut and pasted images of my face
Photo-copied then sloppily placed 'em in a case (Strange Famous!)
I stayed True when School was in Session
Went to college to buy time, that shit was expensive
So I shamelessly self-promoted
The radio station would open doors and opportunities
Eventually made it to Oakland
Where Anticon. accepted me with open hands
Journals got personal on a one-dollar advance (Non-profits!)
Had a hope that a UK label smashed
So I crossed out my eyes and signed to Epitaph
This is the hustle of an emcee
The Distrust is Healthy
In a dirty industry where the promises are empty
I'm more honest than friendly
More handsome than sexy
Let me bring you up to speed, Humans do a Dance that's Deadly

[Hook]
Pop pop goes the weasel (The weasel)
Drop drop goes the easel (The easel)
This is hip hop for the people (The people)
Stop calling it emo (Raah)

Underground For Dummies Q&A

Who wrote Underground For Dummies's ?

Underground For Dummies was written by Sage Francis.

Who produced Underground For Dummies's ?

Underground For Dummies was produced by Odd Nosdam.

When did Sage Francis release Underground For Dummies?

Sage Francis released Underground For Dummies on Tue May 08 2007.

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