Hush the Crowd

[ VERSE 1 ] MC's out there, how deep does the underground get? Deep enough to set up the upset With the dreams and aspirations Of personal status across the nation That only leads to the aggravation Of realizin the exaggeration That states when you're the best on the block You got the whole world locked Thinkin lyrics get you over leaves you sadly mistaken When lyricists are brought to the rude awakening That just because your flavor is fat Doesn't mean you're the taster's choice If the crowd doesn't recognize your voice So new jacks feel the sad truth Nobody wants the puddin till they taste the proof Now you could have the best beat and the illest flow A dope crew with a fool-proof stage show But if your jam's what the followers don't know You ain't gettin no love from the crowd, bro Is that justice when you come correct like "aiyo, bust this" And heads be like (who the hell is this?) But with the same records on the playlist The last shall be first and the least likely to get dissed Now it might have been alright, but ain't a damn thing changed ]From the opening acts to the solid gold wax But these are the facts when you gotta await your turn on line So let me show you one way to kill time Cause [ Hook ] This is for the heads that's on some next shit (the next shit) That nobody recognize until the next hit (the next hit) You better hush the crowd (hush the crowd) I said hush the crowd (hush the crowd) Aiyo, this is for the heads that's on some next shit (the next shit) That nobody recognize until the next hit (the next hit) You better hush the crowd (hush the crowd) It don't matter when they ain't gettin loud (hush the crowd) [ VERSE 2 ] Aiyo, how many times have you seen it The local boy makes good around your hood With a style you couldn't knock unless you tried it But gettin props is a whole other mission Cause crowd participation is a from of rebutrition See, time is the filter that you have to sift through Cause now you're just a act people have to sit through Before the show stoppers pay twice as much as you But frankly, guess who the crowd came to see? Especially the ones that show up two hours early Just to pack up the front, put yourself in they shoes We ain't got time for new jacks that's tryin to pay dues You lose, because I got the tired-leg blues You're unknown, just like them 50'000 other crews So I'mma either play the back or you can hear the boo's So when you wonder why it's so quiet you're hearin crickets I'm savin my energy for the names on the ticket Matter of fact, aiyo, you best to shorten up your show I paid my dough to see the pros flow My man in the back got plenty of pennies to throw And now you're askin me to say 'ho'? Oh, hell no! But that's why [ VERSE 3 ] So let's see, as we break this down logically On bleak and firm premises, the crowd wants to murder ya Because they never heard of ya But do you quit it, wishin you never woulda did it Or stay committted, and come with it? Well, I prefer the latter, cause time flies And if you're dope, you get a deal and watch your pockets get fatter And even if you're wack you'll probably get a deal anyway Cause nowadays, come on, look around: it don't matter Besides, what's your option? Put your hard work up for adaption? And climb back down from the middle of the ladder? I rather break the mics and the lights And lick a shot up in the air just to watch the crowd scatter But nah, cause then you mess it up for the few true Hardcore heads that give credit where the credit is due Guaranteed that if you keep it dedicated to them They'll turn around and dedicate it to you Like yo [ Hook ]