Underdogs 由 S.L.A.B. Entertainment & C.A.K.E 於 2011年12月16日發行，收錄於專輯《Gift Raps》中
BPM144
旋律
歌曲有多麼清晰易記且符合明確音樂模式的旋律。通常，旋律分明的作品會擁有清晰易記的器樂或人聲主線。
原聲音質
此指標衡量一首歌曲在多大程度上依賴原聲樂器 (例如鋼琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、薩克斯風)，而非電子或數位合成音效
Valence
歌曲透過和聲與節奏所傳達的音樂積極性或情感基調。數值高通常對應快樂、興奮或愉悅感，數值低則與悲傷、憤怒或憂鬱相關。
節奏感
綜合了節拍穩定性、節奏型態與重拍強度等多重因素，以判定一首歌曲適合跳舞的程度。一首「節奏感強」的歌曲，通常具備穩定的速度、重複的音樂結構與明顯的強拍。
輕快
曲目的律動感可能受節奏快慢、音量起伏與聲譜密度所影響。較輕快的歌曲通常節奏強勁，編曲豐滿；反之，不太輕快的歌曲則可能編曲簡約、節奏較慢。
歌詞
Shit
R.I.P
Yeah
Them **** who was poppin just ain't got it no more
The underdogs done stole the show
I'm fresh off the bench in the game
I'm bout to shit on these **** and leave a stain
Make sure they know what's up, make sure they know my name
The times done changed, shit ain't the same
The **** with too many I's against him still prevails
Dawg I had bad luck since I was 12
It's about time that shit starts to wear off
I'm on deck, if you ain't hit the chip
Well dawg that's yo loss, I'm all set
When we get high, we do it to survive
Not to seem cool, gotta massage the mind
I'm not tryna play y'all game, I go by my own rules
Effortless and extra fresh, you had your time, you old news
If magazines don't write about Chep then
Show 'em how out of the loop they is
They dumbasses, dumbasses, don't wanna hear all that stupid shit
People decide who the shit, I really do this shit
If you thought I was a freshman then you must never been to my crib
We livin' it up, but they say life not fair
G's in my hood spent they whole life right there
Meanwhile, we in Amsterdam, cannabis cup, we vaporizing
Passport stamped up, hope your brain is synchronizing
I'm fresh off the bench in the game
I'm bout to shit on these **** and leave a stain
Make sure they know what's up, make sure they know my name
The times done changed, shit ain't the same
We road trippin' in that Benz bumpin' that Big L shit
So many blunts is already rolled and so many blunts is already lit
Word, I got no L's and no insurance and there go the police
Damn look like they comin' for us
Life is tough, I got endurance, no complaints from me at all
I just rolled the bench and kept it humble, now I gotta ball
I'm a modern day Jim Brown, touchdown for 6 points
Post-game celebration then I make my dick point
At your bitch, then insert, then she scream, then she squirt
Then she dip, cause she bout to be 2 hours late for work
I don't pay these hoes of course, no emotional remorse
Cause if I wasn't doing this then my life would be way much worse
No hoes, no clothes, no cars, no shows, used to work at Taco Bell
Got my first check and then I quit and told 'em go to hell
Spazmatic, asthmatic, fuck you I could do no wrong
Where them hoes, pack the bongs, let this real shit live on
I'm fresh off the bench in the game
I'm bout to shit on these **** and leave a stain
Make sure they know what's up, make sure they know my name
The times done changed, shit ain't the same
Yo them **** who was cool just ain't cool no more
The underdogs done stole the show
My **** copped a fully loaded Porsche truck for the low
That shit was like coppin' a pair of tennis shoes, we get dough
I got that crib on the lake, red leather couches
Everything reclined, and we ain't got no roaches
I'm moving on up, them girls wanna fuck
The way we living you would probably think I made this up
Bitch I'm off in the cut, I don't say too much
I observe, puff the herb, I'm not giving a fuck
Bout what you got to say cause we live it up everyday
You **** tryna keep in touch, I think that shit is gay
Study yourself, get your own, be the realest
Live by logic and reasoning, not emotions and feelings
Vaporize and we get high, pretty close to them ceilings
My 40 foot ceilings, I'm tryna make a killing
I'm fresh off the bench in the game
I'm bout to shit on these **** and leave a stain
Make sure they know what's up, make sure they know my name
The times done changed, shit ain't the same
Them **** who was poppin just ain't got it no more
The underdogs done stole the show
Them **** who was poppin just ain't got it no more
The underdogs done stole the show
Written by: Charles Worth
