16. Underpaid
[Hook]
Underpaid over worked, under ground, under dirt
Under appreciated for what my thoughts are worth
Go berserk, I take my fist and throw it in walls
I'm sick of being underpaid because I'm over it all
x2
[Verse 1]
They say my flow is too fast, too short, what do I do best
Buttery smooth, cool, dude, maybe I gotta move less
Ruthless I do what I do so that I can move stress
Over due checks be addressed so that I can buy my girl a new dress
New shoes and a house, when the checks don't even make dents
I'm trying to make some dollars, but none of it makes cents
Ladies and gents, making the beats, slaying the verse, staying discrete
A fable to me, everyday of the week, the fame an unattainable feat
Don't get twenty grand a show, do I got a fluent career?
But its like I rape so many dates, my flow could ruin the year.
The lesser talent is getting paid, so what am I doin' in here?
I might get a bill or two a show, and maybe a cooler of beer.
Or maybe not, sick of the promises just abolish the thought
You know I do this song for fun when I come rockin the spot
Do shows to stay fly, but you don't got pennies to scrape
Do you try more, or die quick? How do you measure the weight?
Measure the stakes, I'm rippin positions with a veteran state
Feel the tension of attention admist the different pleasure and hate
Peppers and steak is kinda great when it goes with a grill
Alberta drills oil, horizontal, stab, murder and kill
I love my province, blue collar once and I'm doin it still
But I think of illuminati and what do am I to do with a bill
Everything I'm doing is real, but what was in real in perception
Is only of perception, to the discretion of one's real intention
[Hook]
Underpaid over worked, under ground, under dirt
Under appreciated for what my thoughts are worth
Go berserk, I take my fist and throw it in walls
I'm sick of being underpaid because I'm over it all
x2
[Verse 2]
What do I say of my intentions how do you measure the norm
Know that I treasure my family the way a mother treasure's her born
My actions might be selfish to the proven methods of riches
But I do this till my death, my breath with the depths of the fishes
With every breadth of my wishes, hope that I get hold of a foot
You would think that hard work would pay off with the words wrote in my book
But I'm a crook mistook, I try to leave it shaken and shook
Every one is quick to judge, pointing without taking a look
But a quick flip and I just break, take a note of it quick
I'm swifter to break your mind with a rhyme than a bone with a stick
You Couldn't shatter my spirit with neither stone nor a brick
and While ya'll bicker back and forth I sit honing my gift
Zip, My zone and my grit comes in with so ferocious of tip
I flip physics backwards, switch I make the motions feel sick
A Twitch, a twitch I need the cup and ya'll are holdin' my fix
when I Rattle sixteen bars off when I was only going for six
[Hook]
Underpaid over worked, under ground, under dirt
Under appreciated for what my thoughts are worth
Go berserk, I take my fist and throw it in walls
I'm sick of being underpaid because I'm over it all
x2
[Verse 3]
Dish, forget the beef, you know I'm bringing the beast
But its just a taste, I need a herd to be feeding the feast
Disease from my teeth, venomous breath be released in my speech
Collapsing the masses, couldn't escape the reek on the reach of a beach
Put the crease in the tome, but you know I gotta be feeding my home
Nothin comes for free, so please, I don’t see why don't ya'll leave me alone
Know I'm raging like a dragon, know that I stay this ferocious
And like the stuff in the bag, you gotta pay for the dopeness
[Hook]
Underpaid over worked, under ground, under dirt
Under appreciated for what my thoughts are worth
Go berserk, I take my fist and throw it in walls
I'm sick of being underpaid because I'm over it all