The Undercard

Lyrics for The Undercard

Sixth floor walk-up work off the gut Two steps at a time Apartment E9 What up? What up? They're cooking dinner Garlic onion ginger Duck in the back room Settle up The new shit wild, got me ready to bust a nut Pardon Eat like I'm starving small talk the clock ticks I gotta split gotta gig, nah, it's nothing big Don't get up See myself out Breath in the doubt Sip fear from chalice Pushed a Ton with no Malice Turned the corner like Kennedy in Dallas Emptied out Phomh Penh Sat alone in the palace Illiterate, so they put his name in ballads Words spinning in my head S unraveling into threads But that re-up stay stuck to the glass Like a big neon sign Screaming: "Take the cash!" (Take the cash) Hit the venue nondescript They don't know the half Pounds all around When I get to the back Stage Pacing Animal in a cage Somewhere between: "Let me at 'em And let's get this over with" Declined the spliff They took is as a diss, like I waved away picks But never one to bite my tongue Professor Griff Put my bag by the steps Hit the stage and crushed the place, like, "That's it" And never once did I take an eye off my shit House of Game B-Legit Fixed rate mortgage Three percent