[Intro: Mr. Erbie]
Straight stomping on your fucking head
Underground hip-hop, yo
Uh, yo (Mr. Erbie)
[Verse 1: Mr. Erbie]
In the struggle of redemption, posers picture, rappers fakin'
Awakened by the bullshit music you makin' and bakin'
Loadin' shells, I'm patiently waitin'
I'm pacin' and sweatin', dog, I've been countin' my blessings
It's comin', it's near, yo, I've been livin' in fear
No home, no food, just a victim that slain
Sent threats that's deranged among the sounds of the trains
Rounds blast bullets hittin' your frame, dead in the game
No escapin' the grain 'cause this aim put a hole in your brain
Welcome to Hell, yeah, in a world of pain
It's nevеr hard to tell, at times I felt
Hеarin' the voice of my mom dukes when she yells
Yeah, so fuck the stories you hear
Yo, I drop bombs on your block until y'all disappear
Real gutter, ghetto, check the news
I cut the snakes in the grass, homeboy, I get loose
[Chorus: Mr. Erbie]
Don't bash me for what I've been through growin' up
Half the shit I seen will leave your Pop Tarts throwin' up
My shit's real like that, check the resume, you little fuck
Worldwide underground, we don't give a what
Don't bash me for what I've been through growin' up
Half the shit I seen will leave your Pop Tarts throwin' up
My shit's real like that, check the resume, you little fuck
Worldwide underground, we don't give a what
[Verse 2: Veeko Caine]
Tengo una reputation de un asesino
Peligro cuando rimo dañino con mi sonido
Esta invasión, enemigos en mi camino
Los elimino con mi lírico remolino
Latinos americanos, la gente que represento
Del pueblo más clandestino y violento de aquí en Toronto
Lo que yo quiero es dinero, dámelo pronto
Disparo como pistolas palabras con fuerte impacto en tu cara
Para que sepas que corto con una espada a la mitad
Sin piedad, voy rimando
No eres el dragón con este fuego voy quemando
Cualquier hijo de puta que basura venga hablando
Que venga acá, que me lo diga aquí en mi cara
Lo encuentan enterrados con las manos amarradas
Decaputado, sin las huellas digitales
Serán borrado, porque son artificiales
[Chorus: Mr. Erbie]
Don't bash me for what I've been through growin' up
Half the shit I seen will leave your Pop Tarts throwin' up
My shit's real like that, check the resume, you little fuck
Worldwide underground, we don't give a what
Don't bash me for what I've been through growin' up
Half the shit I seen will leave your Pop Tarts throwin' up
My shit's real like that, check the resume, you little fuck
Worldwide underground, we don't give a what
[Verse 3: Mersinary]
Master of deception, this ain't a movie, I'm a lethal weapon
Smokin' a spliff as I keep on stressin'
Ballin' on a budget, livin' life to the fullest, fuck it
Gettin' a fine bitch who's ready to go down and suck it
Pass it off to the homie, so he can fuck it
Gettin' work on the daily only to survive
In reality this is what I call life
Any day I could be a victim of a knife
So I stay focused like a sniper on a rooftop
Known to ride on my enemies like Tupac
Precise with the aim, all I needed was two shots
Caught the victim with a distance of about two blocks
Plan the getaway, time to get a brand new spot
Leavin' no trace, so I'm yellin', "Fuck the cops"
I'm a man on a mission tryna make it to the top
If I get shot, I'ma live on through hip-hop
[Chorus: Mr. Erbie]
Don't bash me for what I've been through growin' up
Half the shit I seen will leave your Pop Tarts throwin' up
My shit's real like that, check the resume, you little fuck
Worldwide underground, we don't give a what
Don't bash me for what I've been through growin' up
Half the shit I seen will leave your Pop Tarts throwin' up
My shit's real like that, check the resume, you little fuck
Worldwide underground, we don't give a what
[Outro: Mr. Erbie]
We don't give a what
We don't give a what
We don't give a what
Give a what, what
