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The 29th Chapter - Underdogz The 29th Chapter - Underdogz |
| McGladius:
I am the voice of one crying out in the desert “Make straight the ways of the Lord”
McGladius my name, my weapon the sword
Here I stand; I’m drawing a line in the sand
Part of the eternal clan, that’s held up by his hand
I charge into this world’s court, remain relevant
The truths in my heart my life its tangible evidence
So I can stand up/ in a court of flaw
So I can stand up/ broken but not fall
An emcee with baggy jeans and baggy dreams
And numerous schemes, bursting out of his seams
To write the pages of the unwritten story
Refuse to follow suit, plagiarise or mimic glory
Not here to fall in line, but to rearrange
They say need is the best preparation for change
And they’ll try and downplay us more than the colour grey
But the darkness of night can’t hide from the light of the day
Chrous
(Repeat)
Come on all my Underdogz help me raise the roof
Can I get a ‘La La La’, can I get a ‘Woof’
Mr Prince:
(Intro over chorus) “Oh no they done let me go!”
I’ve been held up, held back, told that I'm no good
I’ve been undervalued, overlooked, misunderstood
I’ve been booed, bitten, shouted at, thrown off stage
I’ve felt the hurt and pain inside done nearly turn to rage
I’ve been rejected, disrespected, told I was smoking crack
I’ve felt the pain in my chest, cause I got stabbed in my back
I’ve sent demos, press releases, mix tapes and the like
Rapped in ciphers, talent shows, all up in open mics
I've had my set cut so some rock band could play they music
I loose it cause they abuse it, I wanna grip mics an prove it
It true, ain’t nothing to it and no one do it like we do it,
It’s been a while, but don’t worry we about to get up into it
But despite the hardship, struggles trials and test
I hold strong to the faith it’s like a bullet proof vest
I stay focuses like Minolta, you can’t hold me back
My style is changing landscapes and redefining the map
Come on!
Chorus
Navigator:
Yep we’re the type of guys who write rhymes for lives
Left our nine to fives to bring God’s light to eyes
If not for Jesus we’d be dashed from pillar to post
With empty promises that nearly ended up killing our hopes
Listen folks we’ve been rapping since fades and high tops
When it was cool to wear black trousers and white socks
God had to fix up character, search us like Lycos
While we got bypassed for crews with less vision than Cyclops
Phonetix:
The way I spit when I pit rap flips rap flat on its back
Like I said before I’m an underdog not yet on the map,
But don’t watch that, I’m coming strong so I tip my hat,
Grab the mic bro and bark whilst these other cats yap
They rap chiwawas, so many of them up in my dome
It’s like attack of the clones they boring me sounding like drones
Meanwhile my visions in zone chasing a bone thrown by the master
(You know) we the cyclone underdogz bringing it home |
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