“Out from Under”
Music: Misha Segal/Words: Andre Williams

Verse 1
World-class thriller
From ‘hoods to villas
For err body—people with rags to chinchillas
I ain’t create this, I’m a product of it all
Some walked the school halls, others basketball
Get so far just to hear “You too small!”
Back to what you know: Pushin’ weight and breakin’ laws
Not just the States but around the globe,
People steady dyin’ from things that they don’t know
Oh, no! It’s a lack of info
And until you find out, you don’t know what you in fo’
They got people in jail, they don’t know what they in fo’
Don’t matter who you is you friends or kinfolk
What you tell a man that’s hungry and been broke—
“Don’t eat that‘s”?! Slow death, like burnin’ or being choked

Chorus
Got that fire new song, boy, beat it in your trunk
Shawty, play it loud, man, make that thang bump!
We gone make it Krunk from the States, around the globe
Man, this track hot, don’t act like ye ain’t know, ye ain’t know….

Verse 2
Eh, yo! It’s not enough earth to express my hurt
I mean, It’s not enough dirt to bury my worth
Black in America is a gift and a curse
We so damned lost, we makin’ business out of church
I ain’t sayin’ I’m perfect; I ain’t spreadin’ no hate
I put my pants on like you, shit, I make mistakes
I pimp a lot thangs religion takes the cake
I drown myself for I lead you to a lake
And them ‘hood niggas hustle, like Oakley and Rodman
See a nigga slippin’, they stick ‘em and then they rob him
Now they got money, drugs, and a car to ride in
Ain’t no wonder why the crime rate risin’
Through all this, I just stand here with a smirk
I’m too smooth, I’m too cool, I eat food and won’t burp
You can see my heart beatin’ through a jogging shirt
Ain’t no fear; I believe it’ll work, hey!!!

Chorus
Got that fire new song, boy, beat it in your trunk
Shawty, play it loud, man, make that thang bump!
We gone make it Krunk from the States, around the globe
Man, this track hot, don’t act like ye ain’t know, ye ain’t know, ye ain't know….

Verse 3
You need somebody real? You can send for me
I leave hater leanin’ like Coke and Hennessey
Make a masterpiece like Misha’s symphony
I can’t stand no man that’s weak and finicky
I’m a soldier, I’m bolder, I told ya
I’m focused, I spread like locust
And jam for ya toast, trick
Yeeeaaaahhhh, now you a believa:
Me and Misha, high achievers
Eatin’ pizza in Costa Rica
On the beach, no sneakers
Just shorts and ‘wifebeaters’
Ridin’ ‘around the cities in a coupe/two seater

Chant
If you feel that
Stand up
Jump buck
Get Krunk
Don’t let ‘em hold you up....