Sincerely - Molemen, Juice

Sometimes the illest cats roam the streets…

Underground legends

Cats you never heard of

But everybody know they tha nicest

This is for them cats…

When I design rhyme in daylight

Or primetime I stay tight

I walk the fine line between an emcee and a play right

I represent the underground world, it’s a unique scene

There’s no record deals, no videos and street teams

I do shows to keep green

I know I’m not a star man, I’m signed to myself

And my mic’s my A&R man

In double nine I guess it’s just a sign of tha times

The spotlight that I’ve been looking for is finally mine

I never thought about the dough when I’m designing my rhyme

As long as I can reach my peoples over vinyl I’m fine

It ain’t about that

I opened up for cats who ain’t as dope as me

While I rip the flow, they lips sink, the show hopelessly

From Heaven I was set to game to entertain

I may never pimp that '75 ta cop that blue range rover

But even if I don’t remain sober

I’mma score double digits till the fuckin' games over

«Whether they signed or unsigned» (Canibus)

«Platinum more wax for.

platinum in tha streets» (Redman)

I don’t care if I’m right, wrong, or in between

All night long I pimp tha scene they said I couldn’t write songs

I intervene

Don’t think because the battle rhymes are what I’m know for

I can’t out write the best of em, or rip the microphone

Raw my words are deep

Keep my tape handy when you’re buzzin

Let my thoughts deep inside ya dome

Tell a cousin or friend play my CD when you guzzlin' Gin

Come down but then recite it when you buzzin' again

You must respect the flow

Point blank I’m a professional

Exceptin' no less than excellence, that’s how tha session go

Embracin' my Rhyme, when I’m gone who’s replacin' mine?

I trace a line that transcend all space and time

I implement infinite lyrics that are intricate

The type of shit discussed my mob bosses eatin' shrimp and shit

Those with intellect they understand how I wrote it

But the average mind can take 5 years to decode it

Chorus: (scratched)

«Whether they signed or unsigned» -Canibus

«Platinum more wax for.

platinum in tha streets» -Redman

Gradually I drift off imagining me

The baddest emcee, wondering what my status will be

A little local battle emcee who never made the grade?

Or a gifted lyricist who used to spit with razor blades?

Ever time I win the battles they dissected my words

I’ll probably never get the props or the respect I deserve

The magazines claim I wrote my battle rhymes like they knew me

Then they wanna call the next day and fuckin' interview me

Do I really have props?

Is it really that stable

When they ask me to freestyle when I walk up into labels?

When they take me for lunches and drinks inside they limos?

And fu#k around and play me somebody else’s demo

J-U ya’ll niggas all know what his name is

The Cat that got famous

By never being famous

I’ll probably roam the underground scene for all times

Signed sincerely JUICE the unsigned

«Whether they signed or unsigned» -Canibus

«Platnum more wax for.

platnum in tha streets» -Redman