Verse 1:

MC's out there how deep does the underground get?

Deep engough to set up the upset

With your dream and aspirations personal status across the nation

That only leads to the aggravation of realizing thee exaggerate

The stakes when your the best on the block

You got the whole world locked

Thinkin' lyrics get you over leave you sadly mistaken

When lyricist are brought to the rude awakening

That just cause your flavor is phat

Doesn't mean your Tasters Choice

If the crowd doesn't recognize your voice

So new jacks feel the sad truth the proof

Now you can have the best beat and the illest flow

A dope crew with the full proof stage show

But it 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 be like "Who the fuck is this" -B.I.G.-Warning

But when the same records on the play list

The last shall be first and the least likely to get dissed

Now it might of 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 show you one way to kill time

Hook:

Cause this is for the heads that' on some next shit

(NEXT SHIT) Noboy reocognize till the next hit (NEXT HIT)

You gotta hush the crowd (HUSH THE CROWD)

I said hush the crowd (HUSH THE CROWD)

A-yo this is for the heads that's on some next shit

(NEXT SHIT) But nobody recognize till it's the next hit (NEXT HIT)

You gotta hush the crowd (HUSH THE CROWD)

It don't matter when they ain't gettin' loud (HUSH THE CROWD)

Verse 2:

A-yo how many times have you seen it?

The loca