Emcees out there, how deep does the underground?
Get deep enough to set up the upset
With your dreams and aspirations
Of personal status in activation

That only leads to the aggravation
Of realizing the exaggeration
That states when you're the best on the block
You got the whole world locked

Thinking lyrics get you open
Leaves you sadly mistaken
When lyricist are brought to the rude awakening that
Just because your flavor is phat

Doesn't mean that you're the tasters’ choice
If the crowd doesn't recognize your voice
So new jacks feel the sad truth
Nobody wants your pudding till they taste the proof

Now you could have the best beat and the illest flow
A dope crew with a fool proof stage show
But if your jams what the followers don't know
You ain't gettin' no love from the crowd, bro
Is that justice when you come correct like a yo

Bust this and heads are like, 'Who the ***k is this?'
But when the same record's on the playlist
The last shall be first and the least likely to get dissed
Now it might have been a while

But ain't a damn thing changed from the opening acts
To the solid gold wax
But these are the facts when you gotta wait your turn on line
So let me tell you one thing to kill time

'Cause this is for the heads that's on some next ****
That nobody recognize until the next hit
You gotta hush the crowd
It don't matter if they ain't gettin' loud

How many times have you seen it?
The local boy makes good around your hood
With the style you couldn't knock unless you tried it
But gettin' props a whole 'nother mission
'Cause crowd participation is a war of attrition

See time is the filter that you have to sift through
'Cause now you're just an act that people have to sit through
Before the show stoppers paid twice as much as you
But frankly, guess who the crowd came to see
Especially the ones that showed up two hours early

Just to pack up the front put yourself in their shoes
We ain't got time for new jacks that's trying to pay dues
You lose because I got the tired leg blues
You're unknown, just like them, fifty thousand other crews
So I'ma either play the back or you could here the boos

So when you wonder why it's so quiet, you're hearing crickets
I'm saving my energy for the names on the ticket
Matter fact, ayo, you best to shorten up your show
I paid my doe to see the pros flow
My man in the back got plenty of pennies to throw
And now you asking me to say ho, oh hell no

'Cause this is for the heads that's on some next ****
That nobody recognize until the next hit
You gotta hush the crowd
It don't matter if they ain't gettin' loud

So let's see as we break this down logically
With preconfirmed premises
The crowd wants to murder ya because they never heard of ya
But do you quit it, wishing you never woulda did it
Or stay committed, or come widit

Well I prefer the latter 'cause time flies
And if you're dope you get a deal and watch your pockets get fatter
And even if you're not, you'll probably get a deal anyway
'Cause nowadays come on look around, it don't matter

Besides what's your options, put your hard work up for adoption
And climb back down from the bottom of the ladder
I rather break the mics and the lights and lick a shot up in the air
Just to watch the crowd shatter

But na, 'cause then you mess it up for the few true
Hardcore heads that give credit where the credit is due
Guaranteed that if you keep it dedicated to them
They'll turn around and dedicate it to you, like yo

'Cause this is for the heads that's on some next ****
That nobody recognize until the next hit
You gotta hush the crowd
It don't matter if they ain't gettin' loud

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