[Intro]
You have interfered with our affairs for the last time
Yeah, yeah
Ch-ch-check, mic check, one, two
Straight from the underground type shit
When I write shit, yeah, type shit, ayo (Ayo)

[Verse 1: Logic]
Behind the mic or on the MPC is where you’ll find him
Fucking waste of life, you should’ve died in the condom
17 days, your whole shit beyond too weak
I grip the mic and blow the spot like plastique
The bomb atomically, the lyrical anomaly, bitch, I'm on one
Yeah, you fucking with the wrong one
I wrote this shit backstage in an arena
Pep and Jordan sippin' Pellegrino, never Aquafina
Been through a lot of pain, yeah, that’s word to Gina
I grip the mic like a machete, fuck
Grip the mic like a machete, get ready, don’t do me petty
Or I’ll do you like Bruce Willis did that boy Zeddy
Feeling arrogant, all up in your system like heroin, it’s easy
Know my beats bumpin' like Deezy
"Wu Tang Forever," get the C.R.E.A.M., shit's breezy
Whip out my dick, how it taste?
I’m cummin on your face, I’m a savage, your shit is average
Yeah, ha, on this day, we become legendary
Everything we dreamed of, bitch, I creamed up and rolled out
Illest motherfucker on the scene, don’t bring yo' hoe out
Louis on my feet, best believe I'ma show out
My shit bananas, no doubt, huh
Yeah, you bet' not bring your hoe out
You motherfuckers ain’t got no clout
Kick in the door, waving the .44
Bobby-Boy ain’t never rap on some shit like this before
Contradictin' himself on every other song
I got different calls for different occasions
This shit is amazing, now let me run that shit back, I fucked up
Listen, listen, ayo, contradictin' himself on every other song
I got different moves for different occasions, my shit is amazing
Barely scratching the surface, I’m barely fucking grazing
On the beat machine, dropping gems like back [?]
I gotta leave the booth 'cause my homeboy's blazing
Tryna get so hot and not a fuckin' thing faze him
[Chorus]
From the underground (Underground)
And we're uh-, from the un-
Uh-uh, from the underground (Underground)
If-if we're, if we're un-

[Verse 2: Daquanboi]
Yeah, from the underground
From the un-, from the un-
Logic made this fucking beat
Daquanboi bout to eat it up
Check the masses
The mass is right on you back
And I’m blasting
Boom boom pow
Y’all n***as ain’t coming back from
The illiest see
Way too black so most of y’all can’t really see
The shit that I release because most of it teasers that you beg and please for
You’re really loud than a cheap whore
On a cheap bed with a cheap floor
With a plastic cuff cause you thoughts it was the force
Deep throat oh that shit got deep though
Who am I?
The name is Daquanboi who be making noise on the street but I don’t bang for coins
Who am I?
The name is Daquanboi who be making noise in the studio with my fucking boys
Who are you?
The kind who never do shit but claim your too ruthless but you’re just Ruth’s bitch
Who are you?
The kind who never thought that a n***a like me will be your girls favorite bop
Turn the bass up because the bass pop
808 oh shit call me Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson
Check my watch kid
You’re on my watchlist
On the list of boring n***as I can’t watch this
No Rhymzone just to rhyme shit
This that real rhymes off the mind shit
This that boom bap it’s that kick shit
The nod your head back and forth rap shit
You’re getting bloody from my punchlines
Last time I rapped like this was from my diss I regret doing because I lost a friendship
But he doesn’t give a damn I’m on some fun shit
I’m on my dumb shit
I’m on my good shit we’re just getting started
Making all these raps no I can’t depart it
On stage on Supr SIKE you better leave
Pain really did hurt my fucking dream
I said on stage on Supr SIKE you better leave
Pain really did hurt my fucking dream
Listened to Eminem
So now I’m in my element
To rap and write the messages
To make people ‘member it
To make the people want to see
An n***a who’s chasing dreams
But I can’t start my dreams if you guys can’t give me 3 minutes
Rolling weed is your only 1 business
1 mission, 1 ticket
A kid with 1 vision
Fetty Wap
A n***a need plenty guap
And with a petty girl so I can say Petty Guap
Stop
This the last stretch
N***a speak in past tense
You sound like Riff Raff cause you actually make no sense
Like the coins you don’t make well no offense
Y’all n***as are confused so you’re on the fence
Your the human that ruined every music that I muted so I can’t hear rap game executed but it’s a lucid dream
Award shows is a suited stream
And everyone trying to act funny in this fucking dream
A n***a trying to take off
Area code 407 but I’m 51
And I’ll be weighing a ton
And I bring all my mass bitch
And a pound is what y’all want
Living and dying by the code, by the road
This is the new me oh boy you should really know
Shout out Jesus to make my first song
And all the legends who I inspired from
And these rhyme wasn’t ghost written
Those 4 line of pain was just soft hits
And now I’m whipping in the kitchen
Up next is HDot rapping in the kitchen
Bitch ha