Our licensing agreement does not allow us to display these lyrics at this time. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem A common affair for the ones who are juiced If it is weakness that grants us the power We thrive on what's stronger
: Put in position to wage teenage mayhem A common affair for the ones who are juiced If it is weakness that grants us the power We thrive on what's stronger
(P. Simon) The last train is nearly due, The underground is closing soon, And in the dark deserted station, Restless in anticipation, A man waits in
All I see is apathy In this world I won't be Twist me with your motivation You make me sick Won't you feel my frustration? It's ten feet thick All I
from the underground With all our friends around to bring ya down Who'll be there to save me? They could shake you down But you won't give in to the underground
still doing rap like the 1990's but that's how we like it off timed and grimey I know where I'm from and I told ya before North of America hard to ignore
, promote and teach violence And more importantly it's influencing our minors And destroying our communities Officials say, "He's the Lord of underground
m high, when I sag my two black guys I would be brief but my Karl kani's didn't dry I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps My smoke bangs like
the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America I imagine how his mother felt When she heard that her husband was dying And that underground
shit all my life and now I'm dumpin' it on (White America) I could be one of your kids (White America) Little Eric looks just like this (White America
a time when a country celebrates But as your hand touches your heart Remember we all played a part in America To help that banner wave First clock to be made In America
in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca Your melonated, carbon-dated, phantom of the Chakras Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami He said "N-gga f-ck the underground
could it be that I'm the disease locked in my Body-Hat Protected from you or you from me Or us, whatever, birds of a feather together I'm too clever, America
