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