Underdog - IMG Spooks

Yuh, yuh Woke up checked the time Dollar signs on my mind If You interrupt my speech we call ransoms on the side Never living to die, just dying to make a living Y'all speak about your last sessions like you ain't ever did em And I'm still up in the building Still calling the shots Sending shots to your fuckin table We make it then depart You can tell im speaking straight from my heart Cuz I believed when no one did, I've been from the start I could never speak about the shit I never did Circle so tight we don't keep us any squares I could never speak about the shit I never did Underdog flow I'm going hard again I could never speak about the shit I never did Circle so tight we don't keep us any squares I could never speak about the shit I never did Underdog flow She got that Burberry aroma Thunder, Oklahoma And I ain't been conscious since my nigga in a coma And these nights are getting colder Im passing every corner Turning up the heat while you give me the cold shoulder Man it's sad to say that you lost your way If I gave you any money what's the need for a delay While you praying on my downfall, I'm sippin Bombay Cause I've been boomin in my city like im metro I don't gang bang but this writing so cryptic I got bars, in time I know they'll hear em I ain't sellin crack but I'm cookin the kitchen Fuck what you heard, this is mixed with ambition yuh I could never speak about the shit I never did Circle so tight we don't keep us any squares I can never speak about the shit I never did Underdog flow I'm going hard again I could never speak about the shit I never did Circle so tight we don't keep us any squares I can never speak about the shit I never did Underdog flow I'm going hard again

Enemigos se ríen en tu cara Swindley's maracas, ooh Enemigos se ríen en tu cara, pará-papa-pará A siren song of beautiful sound when Swindley's maracas play they play to knock down Enemigos se ríen en tu cara, pará-papa-pará I can't breathe, I'm outta breath from chasing all these damn thieves And it's slimy, I know you're thinkin' "man, they ain't gonna find me" Just like bros just see one, but there's a thousand behind me Ready to get jail time, for throwing swindley off the COM rail line Stands the fine, pay the bill plus the fine Say yo got, are you stealing my pot? (They hit the black guy) An then they act like "uh, bad guy, that's the bad guy" Now even as you witness, the beauty of this creation Tú no entiendes the price I pay for inspiration I used to do this for the love and the positivity Till Swindley ask me for a double said "You doing this for free?" You could be livin' off these rhymes, instead of squeezing your dreams into your spare time He got a point At first this music was a stepping stone in my goals But Swindley won't leave me alone, until he owns my soul And what's worse I've seen former friends fall under the curse Damn, I can't believe you Recreating the same evil We used to see through illusion, but cash breeds confusion The same game attracts you, is the same game you're using Attraction with shackles, hand shakes and fake thank you's, Get on, you better get a firm grip on your ankles 'Cause there's no music anymore Just the noise of money making (cha-ching) That's the sound of Swindley's maracas shaking Enemigos se ríen en tu cara Swindley's maracas, ooh Enemigos se ríen en tu cara, pará-papa-pará A siren song of beautiful sound when Swindley's maracas play they play to knock down Enemigos se ríen en tu cara, pará-papa-pará Double speak the language they use Morse code in their expression Hijacking truth with their deceptions to you, to you And if you're in a crew they'll try to divide you Gassing you with yeast in your ear Making it hard for you to really hear what's going on (what's going on) Mi mamá siempre me dice "mija, cuidado Ellos son mentirosos Y cuando estén hablando contigo Oye con tus ojos y no con tu oídos" Enemigos se ríen en tu cara Swindley's maracas, ooh Enemigos se ríen en tu cara, pará-papa-pará A siren song of beautiful sound when Swindley's maracas play they play to knock down Enemigos se ríen en tu cara, pará-papa-pará Yo, yo, Swindley's maracas All about a knocka, tryin' to knock ya All up in your pockets, sorta locka-locka (gotcha) Blacks better watch it, instead of laughing with ya, laughing at ya Recollect a sec, snatch a cat from Africa to sell 'em (Get your hands outta my pocket) Swindle us, in a friendly way the're scandalous Uh, pruébalas black and Puerto Rican spies Being kind like Vietnam rhyme with Lebanon I gotta get a record exec, snapping his neck They steal like a fore-fathering fact, with fraudulent acts You and the reservation connect, poor Jeramino slept The anvil us points and publish your checks There goes the picture once it plays on MTV, chicks be like "Wonder twin powers activate, for mom, a gold digger" Boy, I smack you 'till your face curl up like a cashew Walking by ya'll full of smiles and (hi ya'lls) But if we look close, there's dotted signs in the eyeballs Before you sell 'em, 'cause I know the half and I know the math And when these joints is lying, I know the laugh (he-he) It's all too common in this dirty world Before Water, Water, man they used to call me Dirty Ger But it simple, as soon as they swindle Listen for the "Oooooooohhh" Cause they out the window! Enemigos se ríen en tu cara (enemigos se ríen, oite) Enemigos se ríen en tu cara (enemigos se ríen, oite) A siren song of beautiful sound when Swindley's maracas play they play to knock down Enemigos se ríen en tu cara, pará-papa-pará Enemigos se ríen en tu cara Swindley's maracas, ooh Enemigos se ríen en tu cara, pará-papa-pará A siren song of beautiful sound when Swindley's maracas play they play to knock down Enemigos se ríen en tu cara, pará-papa-parapá