Underground Kings 2002

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"What you want with the underground kings?"

"Trust me"

"You don't want none of me man" - Skillz 'Y'all Don't Wanna Do That'

"Penetrate the underground"

"Rip real game" - M.O.P

"Making sure they heard it right" - Juice

"What you want with the underground kings?"

"Trust me I'm as live as it gets" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom'

"Notes, batter bass, murder treble" - Shabaam Sahdeeq 'Every Rhyme I Write'

"Use the microphone as my accomplice" - Redman 'It's Like That'

[Verse One: Juice]

Somebody, dim the lights, prepare the booth

Shit, get your bungie cord, prepare the chutes

Rappers can't really do shit but stare at Juice

I'm the opposite of a Chinese/American truce

I'm nuclear war, damaging your frame

Let's separate Juice from all the rappers in the game

Separate me from all your open mic's please

Cause them little guns ain't smoking like these

Plus I pull a gun off hand all full of Rum

Bullets will come flying with no bullets in son

But see I'm not the type to just pull it and run

I'll stay there gunning, why play fair?

Rule #3, stay out of J hair

Stay off of J block or catch a stray shot

It's death and dishonor, I keep sick drama

The mind of Fidel Castro, I'm just calmer

C.O.D.E. R.E.D

This is D.O.P.E. staring me

Code Red, you niggas hot that's why I'm ripping with y'all

But you other niggas, know that Juice is different than y'all

You need to face it, my doe, my flow is just best

And holler at me pimp I got 'dro in excess

And by the time niggas see J back in Louisville

I guarantee I'll have at least two/three mil'

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[Verse Two: El]

Ayo who spits?

With attitude like rude bitch

If it ain't El, it don't blend like a Clue mix

Rappers front hard but got no balls like eunuchs

Before seeing me, you'd rather see your mom in a nude flick

I bust out the soul/sole even when my shoes fit

Acapella, acoustic or live band on some Roots shit

Element 1's roots is, more deeper than rap is

Deeper than, Jigga's drug money under that mattress

A whole lot of you cats is, one of the main factors

That Code Red run the streets while showing their asses

Cracker ass crackers

Even Japs and blacks is

Downloading my tracks as if I own half of Napster

You half a rapper, mixed with two quarters bitch

And your money don't stack just like two quarter's split

I'm like two corner's of Crips and two blocks of Bloods

Before you posture up, better do lots of drugs

Are y'all some 2Pac's or what?

Same thugs running around like you hot

When you 'bout to make a the Element hot you up

It's Code Red and Juice but you behind the 12's

Them majors ain't want it so we signed our self

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