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[ VERSE 1 ]
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MC's out there, how deep does the underground get?
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Deep enough to set up the upset
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With the dreams and aspirations
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Of personal status across the nation
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That only leads to the aggravation
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Of realizin the exaggeration
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That states when you're the best on the block
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You got the whole world locked
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Thinkin lyrics get you over leaves you sadly mistaken
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When lyricists are brought to the rude awakening
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That just because your flavor is fat
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Doesn't mean you're the taster's choice
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If the crowd doesn't recognize your voice
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So new jacks feel the sad truth
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Nobody wants the puddin till they taste the proof
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Now you could have the best beat and the illest flow
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A dope crew with a fool-proof stage show
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But if your jam's what the followers don't know
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You ain't gettin no love from the crowd, bro
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Is that justice when you come correct like "aiyo, bust this"
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And heads be like (who the hell is this?)
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But with the same records on the playlist
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The last shall be first and the least likely to get dissed
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Now it might have been alright, but ain't a damn thing changed
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>From the opening acts to the solid gold wax
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But these are the facts when you gotta await your turn on line
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So let me show you one way to kill time
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Cause
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[ CHORUS ]
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This is for the heads that's on some next shit (the next shit)
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That nobody recognize until the next hit (the next hit)
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You better hush the crowd (hush the crowd)
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I said hush the crowd (hush the crowd)
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Aiyo, this is for the heads that's on some next shit (the next shit)
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That nobody recognize until the next hit (the next hit)
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You better hush the crowd (hush the crowd)
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It don't matter when they ain't gettin loud (hush the crowd)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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Aiyo, how many times have you seen it
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The local boy makes good around your hood
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With a style you couldn't knock unless you tried it
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But gettin props is a whole other mission
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Cause crowd participation is a from of rebutrition
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See, time is the filter that you have to sift through
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Cause now you're just a act people have to sit through
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Before the show stoppers pay twice as much as you
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But frankly, guess who the crowd came to see?
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Especially the ones that show up two hours early
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Just to pack up the front, put yourself in they shoes
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We ain't got time for new jacks that's tryin to pay dues
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You lose, because I got the tired-leg blues
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You're unknown, just like them 50'000 other crews
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So I'ma either play the back or you can hear the boo's
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So when you wonder why it's so quiet you're hearin crickets
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I'm savin my energy for the names on the ticket
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Matter of fact, aiyo, you best to shorten up your show
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I paid my dough to see the pros flow
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My man in the back got plenty of pennies to throw
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And now you're askin me to say 'ho'? Oh, hell no!
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But that's why
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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So let's see, as we break this down logically
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On bleak and firm premises, the crowd wants to murder ya
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Because they never heard of ya
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But do you quit it, wishin you never woulda did it
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Or stay committted, and come with it?
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Well, I prefer the latter, cause time flies
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And if you're dope, you get a deal and watch your pockets get fatter
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And even if you're wack you'll probably get a deal anyway
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Cause nowadays, come on, look around: it don't matter
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Besides, what's your option? Put your hard work up for adaption?
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And climb back down from the middle of the ladder?
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I rather break the mics and the lights
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And lick a shot up in the air just to watch the crowd scatter
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But nah, cause then you mess it up for the few true
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Hardcore heads that give credit where the credit is due
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Guaranteed that if you keep it dedicated to them
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They'll turn around and dedicate it to you
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Like yo
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[ CHORUS ]
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Hush the Crowd
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J-Live |