Underground 409 (EP Version) Video (MV)

Yo! I don't rhyme like these young assholes
Who out here tryna impress them dumb ass hoes
With them funny ass clothes, niggaz think they cute
Nigga, I'm warm-ups, shorts, jeans, and boots
And the only thing I rap about is beats and rhymes
We think deep by design, you should read my mind
'Cuz yours is like mines
You couldn't know that without science
You can't do that without tryin' (Yo, yo)
I did some shit to have me under the clink
Don't give a f*ck, I'm on the verge of becoming extinct
I got, stuck in my thoughts and the way that I think
I move past that, (Past that) now my life is in sync
Peace! Be still, walk and don't run
There's a million ways to die nigga, I chose none
And where I'm from (Where you from?)
Big money B.M.T. (B.M.T.) and
We ain't leavin' 'less its hurricane season
Yo, where we come from we hold it down
You know the time
We represent the underground
409, big money!
Niggaz can't take shit from me
We stay hungry like a small country
Where we come from we hold it down
You know the time
We represent the underground
409, big money!
Niggaz can't take shit from me
We stay hungry like a small country
Yo, I never snitch, I never say no names
I never been a player 'cuz I never played those games
I never lost 'cuz I ain't got nothin' to lose
I never act like I got something to prove
I never move if I ain't inspired
You never understood the logic, all you did was live by it
You never carried the cross your equilibrium and balance is off
You never paid dues, somebody always paying the cost for you
You never took it further, you only tried to get rich
Crooked vultures never understood the culture
We got to understand the value, the power, the strength that we possess
And the tendency to cower for profits or fame
That's what you live for? Be careful what you wish for
'Cuz you can get rich and still be piss poor
Its civilized war, we grand schemin'
Kick a sixteen and end this bitch like Abraham Lincoln
Where we come from we hold it down
You know the time
We represent that underground
409, big money!
Niggaz can't take shit from me
We stay hungry like a small country
Yo, where we come from we hold it down
You know the time
We represent the underground
409, big money!
Niggaz can't take shit from me
We stay hungry like a small country
Yo! You know my story
I'm everything that came before me
Twice a baby, once a man, that's what pops told me
And I ain't got no respect for cops, homie
'Til they pull me over, 'cuz I know they want me
To help with slave labor off the highways
But that ain't how a nigga really wanna spend his Fridays
Them cowboys made many men invisible
When you think about it was the Indians the criminals?
Hell no! He replied
I'm from the South side, got rims on my ride
Got jewels on my neck plus my bitches give me pride
Now hip hop done died 'cuz I grabbed the mic and lied
I watch niggaz throwing money while the country's in recession
Babies goin' hungry, you fonkin' with the lesson
Music is a blessing, music is how you get through the stress and
Music is therapeutic, its medicine
Its what I represent, I do the work
That's why I speak intelligent and make music for the Earth
Life is an experience, the King Jason version
Say you learn by listening, repetition, and observin'
What we learn in this lifetime is priceless
You either overcome it or succumb to all your vices
This be the righteous, the real shit, the fly shit
That underground 409 shit is my shit!