to all my people locked down in the underground
remember, we'll make it out of here one day
until then we'll hold it down for our own town
and drop bombs like nam if you're in our way
welcome to world, welcome to my home
look at all the walls blacked out in my zone
dreaming about death, listening to dolly
i always drop the ball see, i always drop the molly
i always smoke weed, good or if it's bad
i only drink 3 so i remember what i had
so i can drive home later, and maybe not swerve
but if i swerve then i'll curve and hit my ass into a perv
maybe hit a pole and tell the world i love it
bitch i'm just teasing now you all can just suck it
fuck the world proudly, fuck, fuck the world proudly
peace is what you rest in, now all my horns are sounding
but, if you look in my direction
i'm crawl out the coffin like i was resurrected
i keep my heart silent, i keep my words violent
i hope you know what i mean when i say that i'm a pirate
and yes i'm a tyrant, you wanna act tough
enough is enough i think it's time to puff
i think my hearts stuffed and filled up with maggots
i wear your faggot bones like my boys and combatants, yo
(hook)
that's whats up, now that's whats up
my name is rude, homie that's whats up
here we go again take a hit from the bong
if you like to smoke weed there aint nothing fucking wrong
there aint nothing fucking wrong homie
there aint nothing fucking wrong
there aint nothing fucking wrong homie
there aint nothing fucking wrong
yo america, where you, where you at
i can't see you, yo i'm blind like a bat
you know whats up when it comes to writing raps
and i'm here with the mother fucking mind traps
god damn, all i got is bad luck
karma's a bitch but i dont give a mother fuck
i've bumped us up, and introduced ourselves
now your all fucking crawling like you've scared yourselfs
i toke mad bowls, i'm an asshole
this a rhythmatic method of mind control
you got a whack soul, i got set goals
i got control over the pistoles and a pet troll
i'm on a mad stroll, to get dank weed
i wanna run through the street with my own breed
with my CD, on your knees plead
you know its me when all your pores start to bleed
and this is my creed, but i'm wreckless
i wanna rock to a beat without a neckless
no diamond chains, no icy watch
i'm not a mother fucking chick, but watch me drop
i'm on a war path, to drop bombs yo
i got cancer when it comes to dropping sick flows
i'm a genius, and i'm evil
i got my seed planted in these feeble people
(hook)
that's whats up, now that's whats up
my name is rude, homie that's whats up
here we go again take a hit from the bong
if you like to smoke weed there aint nothing fucking wrong
there aint nothing fucking wrong homie
there aint nothing fucking wrong
there aint nothing fucking wrong homie
there aint nothing fucking wrong
This new EP from producer Fil Jackson will thrill fans of underground hip-hop with its dense atmospherics & a feature from rapper Lungs. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2023