[Intro]
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Yeah *cough cough cough* yeah
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This is that muthafuckin Undaground hip hop right here
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Baby (Smoke Records muthafucker)
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We got my man Bon Benzi right here
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Blastin ya in the face (you dancin to a Marley Marl remix, you know)
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Brown Hornet, yeah, uh Follow Me Up
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[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
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Oppose ya, never done, ghetto homies do this shit for fun
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Serving MC's in a bun, only cowards hide behind a gun
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You see more than half NYPD is pussy
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Half the kids I grew up with is pussy
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Livin life close to edge, invited you to push me
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I've have it up to here with these flimsy ass lyricists
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Prime time exposure when there rap sound ridiculous
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Somethin seem suspicious, the world full of lame ass bitches
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With niggas to match, God fucked up the whole batch
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It's time we start from scratch
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To many people livin their life on full facts
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Whether it's superstition or some twisted religion
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It's safe to say we all agree the world's a prison
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With nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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I prevail because I did it, he failed because he tried
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It can't be denied, I keep my brain cells fried
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If life's a journey, I'm enjoyin the ride
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Ain't nuthin gonna stop Pop from the top slot
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You can throw up the road block or block the drop
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I present the craftiness to slip thru it
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Solid as a rock, but keep em flow like fluid
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I make the hot music, you mad you can't do it
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Over there lookin stupid, and dupe it
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I'm smarter than you thought, that's why you came up short
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I never took time to snort, I just held down fort
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While them other cats fell off, I held on
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When them other cats got weak, I got strong
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See they only gave their word, I gave my word bond
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To give a hundred percent, every time I perform
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Chorus 2X: Down Low Recka & Pop Da Brown Hornet
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Hip hop fanatic, time to bad it
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I roll with the antenna to kill static
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I leave your career shattered, Color Me Bad-it
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My rhymes is Mobb Deep, and every line is sumthin, we
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have it
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[Down Low Recka]
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I don't move like the wind, the wind moves likes me
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You old school, I rhyme with technology
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Modernly, surprisingly the best, I had to get that shit off my chest
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Spit rhymes like bullets, cock back one and pull it
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Bring the pooper scooper, cuz shit these niggas is full of it
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Ya album plaque, collect, ridiculous
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GP, indy, first album flop, know we gotta handle ones in this business
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What is this? These ass niggas made The Grain shitless
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Ain't worth the hit list, only true Gladiators pack the fitness
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Like weights on a bar, fuck heat we can meet up on the streets of Spar
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Niggas see space and wanna be a star
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Get locked and turned to Allah for protection
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Slip up, can't avoid the lethal injection
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Bon Benz, Pop Da Brown, GP Connection
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[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
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Who the hottest MC north side of the equator
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Pop Da Brown Hornet, Stapleton Gladiator
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For certain I took time to put my work in
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I bust thru your steel curtain, leave ya franchise MC hurtin
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While he dependin on his gimmick,
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I fall him off the line of scrimmage
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Set it off, for you finish, tarnish ya image
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You might as well call up the World Guiness
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Let them record who the illest
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Bench warmers on the sideline catchin splinters
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Critizin my shit but can't rap the lit
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Get off my dick, go get an education
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You picked the wrong occupation, stoppin about facin
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March to a Marley Marl beat, you ain't got the lead
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But you got to get the fuck away from me
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Cuz I'm lethal and deadly, ya bastards ain't ready
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Givin Nightmares to Freddy, while precedin the Rock
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Steady, lyrical cause an echo catastrophe
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The Undaground Emperor, better known as your majesty
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Once I start smackin and crackin, gold and platinum
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They wanna throw a picture of me up in their Manhattan
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Gettin their life size poster
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Hip hop's been good to me, like baseball's been good to Sammy Sosa
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Styles hotter than the Virgin Mary's chocha
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All loyalty then the Cosa Nostra's, for real
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Chorus
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[Outro]
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Hip hop fanatic
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Brown Hornet, Bon Benz, 99
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Follow me up
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"You dancin to a Marley Marl remix" *repeated over*
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Ah, follow me up
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| Follow, follow, follow me |
