Songtexte Legend of the Underground - Ka-Flame

When it come to dropping real shit
Flame certified
If you playing them other nigga's albums
Then you heard them lies
False narratives, and characters created
Don't you blame the Flame
If you get too close, you get cremated
Sign sealed, gone and date it
I'm the realest, gone and state it
Stop, calling me yo bro
Ho ya know, we ain't related
Finally made it, from the bottom
I'm somewhere in between
Fuck you mean, hit the scene
Still I'm known, as a King, on the South'side
Born and raised in the Bany
Pullin 2-11's,
Young nigga's, grabbing every penny
If you lacking, then you slacking
They be packing, for that action
Want that cash, that you stacking
Nigga, that's the main attraction
Think it's sweet, until it happens
It get deeper, than ya passion
Don't be asking, for attention
They will give it, in a second
Did I mention, don't be flashing
They'll get ya, for the fashion
Have you under the sea
Looking red, like Sebastian

I swear these niggas, got the game all twisted
Say you want the real, yea you claim yall miss it
But when it's in ya face, niggas acting all blind
Yo favorite rapper, over half them niggas lying
I'm on the grind, writing rhymes, trying to shine
Elevate ya mind, pay attention, to them signs
Underground Legend, they don't want me on the surface
If you ain't for the culture, what's yo motherfucking purpose nigga?

They chasing clout and the fame, but don't know the price
I'm taking aim at them lames, and it's so precise
In this rap war, boy might get yo soldier sniped
Taking chances in this game, go ahead and roll the dice
Trying to hit the big screen, like the poltergeist
Know I'm hot, but my flow, can be as cold as ice
Check the mic, God damn, I done froze it twice
Sessions in the studio, might be the coldest nights
They never listen, don't be asking me for no advice
Not on the stove, but I'm cooking this shit overnight
They mean mugging, grills out, like a overbite
Think you seeing me with this rap shit, that's a oversight
Say she ain't no smoker, but that ho, be trying to blow the pipe
Off subject, but they love it, they uphold the hype
All they talk about is death, they never notice life
Self snitching on their mobiles, that's the prototype

I swear these niggas, got the game all twisted
Say you want the real, yea you claim yall miss it
But when it's in ya face, niggas acting all blind
Yo favorite rapper, over half them niggas lying
I'm on the grind, writing rhymes, trying to shine
Elevate ya mind, pay attention, to them signs
Underground Legend, they don't want me on the surface
If you ain't for the culture, what's yo motherfucking purpose nigga?