(Juice)
Sometimes tha illest cats don`t get record deals (laugh)
Sometimes the illest cats roam the streets….
Underground legends
Cats you never heard of,
But everybody know they tha nicest
This is for them cats….
When I design rhyme in daylight
Or primetime I stay tight
I walk the fine line between an emcee and a play right
I represent the underground world, it`s a unique scene
There`s no record deals, no videos and street teams
I do shows to keep green
I know I`m not a star man, I`m signed to myself
And my mic`s my A&R man
In double nine I guess it`s just a sign of tha times
The spotlight that I`ve been looking for is finally mine
I never thought about the dough when I`m designing my rhyme
As long as I can reach my peoples over vinyl I`m fine
It ain`t about that
I opened up for cats who ain`t as dope as me
While I rip the flow, they lips sink, the show hopelessly
From Heaven I was set to game to entertain
I may never pimp that `75 ta cop that blue range rover
But even if I don`t remain sober
I`ma score double digits till the fuckin` games over
Whether they signed or unsigned (Canibus)
Platinum more wax for..platinum in tha streets (Redman)
I don`t care if I`m right, wrong , or in between
All night long I pimp tha scene they said I couldn`t write songs,
I intervene
Don`t think because the battle rhymes are what I`m know for
I can`t out write the best of em, or rip the microphone
Raw my words are deep
Keep my tape handy when you`re buzzin
Let my thoughts deep inside ya dome,
Tell a cousin or friend play my CD when you guzzlin` Gin
Come down but then recite it when you buzzin` again
You must respect the flow
Point blank I`m a professional
Exceptin` no less than excellence, that`s how tha session go
Embracin` my Rhyme, when I`m gone who`s replacin` mine?
I trace a line that transcend all space and time
I implement infinite lyrics that are intricate
The type of shit discussed my mob bosses eatin` shrimp and shit
Those with intellect they understand how I wrote it
But the average mind can take 5 years to decode it
Chorus: (scratched)
Whether they signed or unsigned -Canibus
Platinum more wax for..platinum in tha streets –Redman
Gradually I drift off imagining me
The baddest emcee, wondering what my status will be
A little local battle emcee who never made the grade?
Or a gifted lyricist who used to spit with razor blades?
Ever time I win the battles they dissected my words
I`ll probably never get the props or the respect I deserve
The magazines claim I wrote my battle rhymes like they knew me
Then they wanna call the next day and fuckin` interview me
Do I really have props?
Is it really that stable
when they ask me to freestyle when I walk up into labels?
When they take me for lunches and drinks inside they limos?
And fu#k around and play me somebody else`s demo
J-U ya`ll niggaz all know what his name is
The Cat that got famous
By never being famous
I`ll probably roam the underground scene for all times
Signed sincerely JUICE the unsigned
Whether they signed or unsigned -Canibus
Platnum more wax for..platnum in tha streets –Redman
