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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Underachievers
The Underachievers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akeem Joseph
Akeem Joseph
Lyrics
Erick Arc Elliott
Erick Arc Elliott
Composer
Marlon Fung
Marlon Fung
Lyrics

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
**** know the name, call me A.U.
Don't take that shit in vain like my prophet, Jesus
I'm a new age ****, Christ shit, no news
I'm raising up indigos, setting minds on the loose
Ain't spitting no stupid shit in my lyrics, straight truth
I'm painting the city, red riding 'round, making moves
I'm putting in work and overtime while they snooze
Been rapping a year but what it sound like to you?
[Verse 2]
My **** been blessed since he came out the womb
Now the world blessed too 'cause I'm the influence
Fluent with the truth, kick knowledge in the booth
In the streets with the G's and real **** salute
Shooting for the stars, I'm landing on Planet X
Never had a plan B, always knew I was next
Flex, now them haters upset, throw the checks
'Cause I laid the book, chess team full of architects
[Verse 3]
You know the world filled with haters, man
Don't worry about them, get lit
I made another song for them smoker dawgs
So proceed to spark up your shit
I dedicate this to the elevated
Send praises 'round to my king
I put it down for them golden souls
You know what I represent
[Verse 4]
Lords of the Bush, fuck that broad if she stush
Meditate, open arms, spit it all in the booth
Smoking on real strong might be foreign to you
Beastcoast at the barn, so we foster the youth
Rebirth of my soul and my carcass anew
Only get the real thing, it's like art when I spew
**** think I'm insane and they sorely refuse
Mind trapped like a slave but my songs, they for you
[Verse 5]
Staring at the world from my lair's view
'Cause I'm like a superhero spitting, uplifting my fucking peers, dude
Leading by example, the only way you can, fool
Mind full of data, let it splatter on the vacant booth
Fools, they done try the gods, we too sharp
Blind **** couldn't recognize the true art
I figured out the source resides within the heart
My **** here to pesticide your buzz, dawg
[Verse 6]
You know the world filled with haters, man
Don't worry about them, get lit
I made another song for them smoker dawgs
So proceed to spark up your shit
I dedicate this to the elevated
Send praises 'round to my king
I put it down for them golden souls
You know what I represent
[Verse 7]
Repping up for the light
You know them sparks unite when I write
Hop on my herb shuttle, take flight
And spit that magic hitting the mic, hold up
Spitting straight facts till the dumb **** listen
When the god's in town, better repent for your sinning
With my Jason mask 'cause we out to make a killing
If those two eyes, ****, then you ain't really living
[Verse 8]
Born in this world with a heart full of gold
Gold crown on my mind, can't tame my soul
Blow loud all the time, though it change, I know
Still keep it G like a fucking diamond do
Take a hit of weed, see it from an astral view
As you tassle with demons, I fly past you
We coming at you, don't feel us, then move
To a city full of liars 'cause we spitting that truth
[Verse 9]
You know the world filled with haters, man
Don't worry about them, get lit
I made another song for them smoker dawgs
So proceed to spark up your shit
I dedicate this to the elevated
Send praises 'round to my king
I put it down for them golden souls
You know what I represent
[Verse 10]
I'm rolling up and I'm floating up
And I'm 'bout to smoke again
Blowing OG, that potent green
Spark another up 'cause we win
Rest in peace to my ****, Steez
Don't worry 'bout it, get lit
Roll another up for my ****, dawg
Dedicate this one to the prince
Written by: Akeem Joseph, Erick Arc Elliott, Marlon Fung
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