Undisputed Underdogs - Jake Palumbo, Shabaam Sahdeeq

I tried to tell ya, ya didn’t listen

So I’ma kick back and grab the last piece of chicken

The city & the country gave me a weird vernacular

But it’s backed money-back by the fact my rap’s spectacular

Forgive me, I’m not media-trained

I make an honest living but seeking seedier fame

Lawsuits, fly suits, multiple wives

I’ll be on the no-fly list by the time I close my eyes

I expend energy, you are just expendable

My technical ability and pen game’s commendable

And you just sit there like a got damn vegetable

I’m eating up Brussels sprouts, burning up broccoli

Check account swelling and the blogs start clocking me

Hard work conquers, back the f*** up off me

I’ve got a bad habit, of turning up in public

But I need that gasoline when I’m preaching to my subjects

(SCRATCH HOOK)

VERSE 2 — Shabaam Shadeeq

S heavy on the weigh-in, in big coupes they play this

I’m a favorite in they playlist, some of you dudes are plagiarous

Always taking major s***, verse is an extended clip

I slap it in when I begin and let the words rip

Move out the way though, my flow greater

I keep it bubbling hot like the Earth’s Equator

Let her taste major flavor, I’m a major player

One of the saviors of this art form

Any beat’s a platform to transform

The topics that I speak on get, get me sets at the UN

Ambassador, raw, nominated I’m a shoe-in

When I was young I was a truant

I still passed with A-Plus

Tagged my name on every one of them crosstown school bus

Fashion icon, triple fat goose on

You a lame, might as well put your noose on and hang

I was in you and your people’s conversation

They wondering how I stay blazing

With them ladies waving my flags

(REPEAT HOOK)

So don’t get comfortable cuz I’m a humble student

Who stumbles in the party looking fumed and awful zoomed

It’s stupid to think Jake Palumbo won’t school you

Don’t let the hair gels & button-ups fool you

Brooklyn took me in when you were still scared to move

Carved my own little niche, there’s very little left to prove

You can’t hustle in the park, the damn camera’s panoramic

The SpaceLAB signal, round up my band of bandits

My kick drum, my snare drum, my high hats my shakers

Are lifted off the breaks of the original makers

Hustle hard — I’m never making beat tape rejects

Did a record with Sahdeeq & my fee increased 3 steps

The keepers of the lost art, built from integrity

Selectman, Future Dead F-List Celebrity

Catch me on your local cable access channel

Drinking up the free liquor when I’m speaking on your panel

(REPEAT HOOK)