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Underdog (feat. head da don)

Freedom of speech, yes
But if you don't need stress, please, do not speak death
You will not be blessed, too late to reset
Should've been speechless
Pray God follows, Allah follows
Saves all who talk
Karma, hold sorrow

Whatever I put in the uni
I try to make it bright and not send the gloomy
I'm blocking the looney that's cockin' a tooly
For the talk a lot's a opp that's often with Tumi
Luggage
All around with him, he drug it and tug it
Negatively, then signal the thuggish, rubbish
Keep tryin' to front with the rugged
Gonna make your spirit fade to the back like a mullet (Cha)
I studied the law of attraction
And every action got a r?action
Makin' waves if you that one, you'll be floatin' without your g?ar from PacSun
Always yellin' with the passion, flash 'cause you mad and you laugh none
Talkin' trash, here the trash come, ready to blast one with they dad's gun
What you say can really give you a cut toupee, you get up to grey
You can make a tough dude day, make 'em gush your gut, touché
If a ninja scroll and the shit is what he love to spray
Hope you watched him enough today 'cause a rough crew may
Put you in the dust to lay, huff and puff, it's a must you pay
Seniors doin' junior thangs
When you act wrong, they come mask on like the rumour gang
When you're callin' to, you're gonna be way worse than a tumorous pain
When the lunar came, they consume your name
Blow you out your bloomers, mane
They gonna make that Boomer Rang!

Who to blame? If I pop off, it ain't for no reason
Big step chin check 'tis the season
Everything you say comes back 'round
It's bang, bang, bang, Boomer Rang

Watch what you say? That shit might get back to you like a boomerang
No we don't play? That shit might get back to you like a boomerang
Watch what you say? That shit might get back to you like a boomerang
No we don't play? That shit might get back to you like a boomerang

Do you ever get tired of the shit? (tired of the shit)
Overwhelmed and it makes you sick? (makes you sick)
Everybody judging, everybody criticize the moves that you make, hoping that you'd trip (that you'd trip)
Some of them want to divvy your chip but the tip of your dick sitting on the rim of their lips
So sick of this shit, tell me how you remedy this
You never had what it took to be top of the list, what did I miss?
Who rose up out the abyss (the abyss)
Swingin' back every time that they hit (time that they hit)
They want you six feet deep down in the ground not responding like digging a ditch (a ditch)
But you'll never get rewards without risks
I'm standing my ground, it's like I'm throwing a pitch
So for forever we at war with the negativity, all of the fake shit does not exist (bitch)
They be down with the Rah-Rah, all of your raps like blah-blah
Can't take you serious, you like a Joker once you got us laughing like ha-ha
'Cause you would never bang for the gang, you a swang like a lame
Try to keep up with the slang, it's the reign to the same when the fat lady sangs
And it all comes right back around like a Boomer Rang

Who to blame? If I pop off, it ain't for no reason
Big step chin check 'tis the season
Everything you say comes back 'round
It's bang, bang, bang, Boomer Rang

Pray God follows, Allah follows
Saves all who talk
Karma, hold sorrow

Now the onus is on us
I feel the weight of the moment upon us
Show me an honest man, I've been looking for truth
And I lost it scrolling the comments, feelin' like
Something broke in the promised land, dude
Now we don't even want it
How can we hope for the soul to be saved when they told us to pray to a golden Adonis?
Look, I've been in the lab pourin' potions, forward motion is the key to my vision
Lockpicking, get the doors open, I earned rank any seat that I sit in
You can see by that speed of my bidness
Manifest it, I believe it, I live it
For a reason, I'ma leave when I'm finished
And when I do it, I'll receive what I'm given
Karma chameleon, Boomer rang true
By the way, that my slaying move
Had to keep a legitimate image up
Be considerate of many angles
And the light of my aura incinerated
Any heartfelt or hatin' eliminated
Every mark that I faced in a hurry, bruh
It's prolly why I ain't never worried
Here in Missouri, the people conceal and carry
You don't gotta be part of the military
And the average citizen'll pack rounds, no background or preliminary
No psych eval' necessary, no period for you to wait
Now the body count get serious, pray that my theory may illuminate
Boomer Rang, bang

Who to blame? If I pop off, it ain't for no reason
Big step chin check 'tis the season
Everything you say comes back 'round
It's bang, bang, bang, Boomer Rang

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