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"No talent"- scratched Intro: Ha ha it's going down right now. The proceeds from Grouch's album is going out to charity. Ha ha. Grouch ain't to racer! What? Saver! Aye peep this right here. Mr. Goliath: The light was on upstairs we was unprepared for the next event But the circumstance left a cool sense of surprise Eyes widen up When some speakers with talons raise the mic in the clutch Right smack in the middle Bumpin' all we continue with a smigget of patients to deliver Follow these messages translated aided by a flow so similar to lettin' yourself go freely on the stand still Patients wearing thin But we wait so we don't hate Slow Rollin' through the Yay As we raise fine art through the origin hip hop Undoubtedly Raising through the top to be fresh equals me and my crew the best way to kick it and forget about the blues about not being on TV Summon up the skills are comin' up and summon all thoughts of creativity Testin' your vacinity Grouch: Letras de cancionesI heard that good things come to those who wait But I hate lackin' ass dead time like a line with no bait And I be sittin' at the dock of the Bay fiendin' for mics Dreamin' of nights where wishes come true And the bitches come through With new Nikes are worn and warm meals are served with ANY form of MC Who had the bit of nerve but I observe that's not the case At every time and place I ask the future for the answer to the question that I face I had a place called contentment but the rent was too high Got evicted from that shit now I'm bent through the sky I spy My patents like the enemy (enemy) It's like a nation that pretends to be down until you turn around I yearn for sounds of bliss so risk you can't ignore them Anymore men who listen The smoother my mission flows Addiction grows like seeds as my need to achieve (feed me) I take a rest after the leave (leave) Hook: (x2) Freely in the standstill Patients wearing thin So we wait but we don't So we ain't slow rollin' through the Yay As we raise fine art through this origin hip hop Eligh: Sending gifts of understanding to those not understood Except those faggot ass MCs now interpretations is good That's how I'm living that's my understanding unchanged Or deranged by the city no matter how strange My gauge is knocking full speed full throttle Bust a bottle on the concrete it's that's long lasting anger Casting shadows over strangers In front of Blondes I slang tapes Or at least attempt knowing nobodies exempt >From being broke Me and a smoker I need loot for support getting the boot When I fish the lake no permanent residence so I partake on a search A bird with out a perch Specifically a crow lost in the hot snow No nest, no money to invest Scraping wood chips doused with no resin mostly sess A little bit less then happy, I keep my penmanship on point I said what I meant keeping to fingers on the joint Sunspot Jones: Wake, up, FOOL! (look look) Do you rip out a shit or not? I ain't got no time to listen do you miss your four promo? Oh no don't make me get live Half those arrogant DJs got our shit but don't play it Leavin' underground and MCs feelin' mad and a little underrated I hated givin' a DJ my shit But organize he wanna ride the East coast dick (get off they...!) That's why I stop goin' Crugges eatin' Crisco (put your hands lay down) That's why I never kiss no ass to bump my single No naw They be like "y'all is worldwide Can I be your DJ?" (huh?) And I think back to when your bitch made ass wouldn't give me no play in the Bay Until you saw us kickin' it in Rap Page (oh) A rocket swingin' outta your bottles in Monte Carlo You started, jock, see we Control our destiny Well those fools is scared to see you be frontin' in the bar Ridin' in your partner car Talkin' bout shit you never gonna do 35, broke but cool Walkin' your baby daughter to school Beeotch (and that ain't even your baby) Gimmie my. Get out my way (ha ha) Hook Murs: Now 99 these motherfuckers out now don't know shit about sellin' they own tape But give these niggas a deal they bad as Superman without the cape Wait When the album don't get bought and the label drop your ass "Drop"- Beastie Boys You find out you wasn't as fly as you thought Caught ground zero another hometown hero turn has been While me and my crew just look at your ass then laugh then Throw your tape out the window on the freeway We finish the night countin' our money from sellin' tapes the G way And that's tax free Now if you ask me All you signed motherfuckers need to attend underground college And under me attain the knowledge on how to properly MC I'm watchin' Rap City, MTV waitin' for someone to ring the gong Yeah that video is hella fresh but it ain't got shit to do with your song Now all these crews will never know the meaning of payin' dues But claimin' they mastered the lessons But then they holdin' a drink and a mic in the other hand Become the meaning of stage presence And backstage can't protect you from the rage of this teenage wonder Make you state your name break and serial number Before I put you under And add another stripe to the cult See I sniped you through the throat will full metal jacket tactics Cultivated on the streets of mid city LA Where niggas don't play that You said that on the album you better live it Or give that shit a rest I'm tired of you motherfuckers not gettin' put to the test And I'm not believing' that you sockin' niggas in the face just for breathing Deceiving' the blind throwin' out swine To all these starvin' mind And you'll find none in which you can compare me Cause I ain't done shit unless it's Legendary Bitch Hook (x3) scratching "the underground stifle now" From Letras Mania