Melody of the Free - The Underachievers

You niggas couldn’t fuck with me, even on a bad trip on acid

Or psilocybin, some hashish could get disastrous

But foe or no-foe, don’t lose your soul indigo

There’s loopholes on the globe if you gold then they shown

A storm’s been predicted on your forecast

Rebirth the energy of earth when his tongue snaps

This is my turf, verse leave them with a swamp sack

Come to combat, I’m Rambo or Bojack

With a bat crack, your whole frame dissemble that

Always peace and love but know them thugs remember, uh

Tripping on them drugs when no one was like fuck a buzz

I’m in the astral of these capsules with cash flow

Like the last toke, I’m most appreciated

Most high, abbreviated, I’m God, IG

Ain’t signed on in five weeks, but still collide G’s like Siamese

'So chill 'ma pleas and just fulfill my needs

Got a momma back at home the only women I need

Hoping that her son prosper so she finally free

In interviews they say I’m awkward but my flow gon' break the thermometer

So go ahead nigga monitor cause that’s where I’mma be at

Breeze past all the chit chat and look back, pockets is fatter

But that shit don’t even matter, I’m trying to climb up this ladder

Enlighten all of the masses, detach, living life backwards

So get your ass off that mattress, my task uplift the atlas

Fueled by prophecy and burning the best trees

I raised myself up nigga and my parents just help me

Now I’m a major threat to all these veteran MCs

Whose using two eyes nigga, but I told you I grip three

But use one in this game of life you need the rules son

Respect queen karma, you wondering, why you losing

23 years old and I’m teaching a million students

And who would’ve thought to do it, I be murderous at this music

Point I’m proving, walking in a line you looking fucking stupid

She’s the Shepard, yeah you free but they watching all of your movements

Say you got a brain inside of your skull, let me see you prove it

Niggas thought they had a grip on the game 'til we tamed and swooped it

Issa Gold the prophet nigga bearing gold of soul

Holy flow got me rapping with AK across the globe

Killing shows bakery pockets, nigga that’s sacred dough

Making flow, seeing nigga got all the ducks in a row

Came through with the prophet topic, triple vision peep the options

Take my time before I drop it so a nigga reap the prophets

I’m a prophet I told y’all but some of these niggas think

I hate God, compare him to Adolf but I ain’t no retard

Oops, I dropped the 'R' bomb, they saying I’m more smart

These niggas living way off, talking about dreams but they don’t start

Lyrical Mozart, my angels playing gold harps

They aiming at your Danes heart and hope that we will make art