J.B. - Thoughts From The Underground

Yeah
Never thought I'd come to this in my life
But I gotta let some shit out
So here's to Thoughts from underground
Rap about a struggle, what I was called to do
Came up naturally, then became allergic to
The bullshit, get pulled, fully loading
Shoot from the hip, full clip, no bullshit
Thank the lord above for lookin' out for me
But God assist me
I'm still in need, I've been prayin', but it's been pretty lonely to me
As the years pass, I get more lonely
Yeah, hit that beat
Why do people still call me J-4-K-E?
I don't know, but it's startin' to get to me
And I'm runnin' the game with my pinky
P!nk winked at me, may I show you your master room?
Jake Music, Raporatory
I do it for the passion, the dream, bedroom beats
But support's needed
Don't wantthe lights to get shut down
Sending a letter from your lover, baby I'm bleedin'
Sent to the rap, Godfather, whom it may concern
Shoutout to Em, Royce 5'9", or Dre, for motivation and stuff I've learned
Rappin' my ass off like I was laughin'
Fully cappin', Colin Kaepernick, I fucked your bitch
She called me the team captain, ah-ah, I scratched the itch
To another subject matter, I was mad about the fact
That I wasn't poppin' like Redenbacher, Orville
Act 2, Skinny Pop
Like I'm a fire, I stop, drop and roll, giddy uppity
How fast can you rap, how many words can you pack?
Doubt me, now laugh faster than I tap you back
Get to rappity-rap, talk smack without lack
Substance abuse, to words that you choose
Better pick a few
'Cause if you diss me, I'll strangle you and hang you like a tree
How many verses you lose, spit words like kung fu at your face, little pussy
When you rap, I'd make your face and body turn black and blue
So pack and choose, smack and lose, what you say against me
Can be held against you
In the court of Jake Music
And my presence will lower you, piss me off and I'll take you
And lyrically murder you
It doesn't take a JDF for me to prove how much dirt I use, yeah
Here we go, here we end
Thoughts from the underground, count me in
Independent rapper, on the outlet, on the grid
I try to rap hard, better than my last songs
Never know which song is my last
And it's hard to whip lyrics right out of my ass
Thoughts from the underground

Written by:
Jacob Briggs

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