Rude boy sittin' pancaked on 23's Clown love to Chicage Juggalos We underground like Blaze My dead homie, and yours? We dead, we dead? No wait a minute
of my paperwork Take the united taxi out to Vegas While the average RNB group is doing a promo concert Ignoring your phone calls from broke labels Who try to put out underground
[Chorus] Game tight with the shit we pop One love to real niggaz cause the game don't stop From the T-R-U to the D-P-Gs From the Firm to the Wu-Tang
shit up You better duck this is kuwait the all out war You really want mo' from the real hardcore Yo I'm gonna show you difference from mines and yours I'm going for broke make the whole underground
rank I get Never have to get no money from the bank, I get shit I Stomp down your whole compound Takin' all the shots Device from the few I'm rise Let
note Either way, slow or rough If you feel uptight and you make it alright It?s part of this earthly delight I can hear the sound from the underground
won't go underground I won't run and hide From the rising tide I won't go underground I won't compromise What the world denies I won't go underground
I heard a proud lady singin' loud Lived her life as she liked, didn't give a damn But soon she found she was the underground and wasted I watched her hitting notes
underground Are you going underground? I'm not going underground But their light and the pressure is pushing me down Are you going underground? I'm not going underground
him here Made it clear as a ghost so a biter of the throats in the mirror The writer of the quotes for the ghosts Who supplier of the notes that they
like a ghost town Ya know, Mary, what we gotta do? Hell yeah, we gotta go underground To da place from which we all came from House parties, they was
heart conditioning Which I create, cause that's my mission So, listen close to what we say Because this type of fag claims to never be gay I knew you was jealous from
bring it straight to your face from the start, yo Rage Against the Machine, break it apart Might be over your head, but it's straight from the heart
when I speak It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks She convinced me, to stop hangin' out on the streets To stop robbin' and stealin', from
thoughts when I speak It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks She convinced me, to stop hangin' out on the streets To stop robbin' and stealin', from
to rock the mic like you do Control every crowd in the world like voodoo The underground hardcore scene, it's my flaw I snatch a lotta money from that
sea and are desperate to reach land. Orpheus descending. Swimming in the crooked waters. Hello Sid Vicious, goodbye Brooklyn Dodgers... No joke. Hit the low note