Yo shock man, people be comin' up to me sayin' Yo man, what's up with the underground man? You guys old school, new school R and B or hip-hop? What should
[Hard Black] Peep the math Mau Mau be about land and freedom Reperation and apologies, for Africa to America oddesseys Guerilla-type tactics on them
we ain't buyin' 'em so pack it up 84's click, clack it up and down towners From west side to the east we keep the G and that's a promise But yo plaque on summers Americas
man. Catch me flippin grippin rain into turnin that trunk on bang. Cause its an underground thang cause im an underground thang. X2 (Pimp C) Ima underground
em Appropriate precaution, surroundin' Certain it curtains, I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin' The pavement for mental enslavement I'm cravin', a misbehavin' savior America
red pill, open up your eyes to life In this land of these crack fiends sheep and moles See us overthrow the hold of the devil control And roll deep, keep it underground
has blessed me Bet you wonder why you got flaws in your character Cause you're caught in the ass-crack of america I just want to help you all but
castle, with no hassle. As I unmask you the 6th member of the raskalz KRS-One from the Bronx, respecting as we stomp, there is no cop. From America to
e' It's great to have a place where you can hide Why you must amazes me Chorus Golden, Where are you? Sold on gold dust I shuttled all around america
, yeah, yeah, Lil' Flip, Bizzy Bone First Eazy, Houston Texas, then Pac, then Biggie An' now I'm missin' Big Pun Now DJ Screw, Aaliyah, wake up, America
spot Fool got popped Killed a cop Jumped in a drop That was the life He lived But now it's holded Imagine your Don posted on America's Most Wanted They
Sing us the song of the century That sings like American eulogy The dawn of my love and conspiracy Forgotten hope and the class of 13 Tell me a story
St. Jimmy is a figment of Your father's rage and your mother's love Made me the idiot America It's not over till your underground It's not over before
town The selling of America You better keep it underground The selling of America Its going on now town by town The selling of America You better keep it underground
my luck Can't get no sleep And then load the trucks So Monday Tuesday Friday Yeah 3 o'clock rolled around So we went downtown - Hit the stall but we only play underground
nobody likes me Or is it that I don't like anybody else? Can't quite figure it out so I keep to myself Too street for the sheltered, underground fan Too
university ?Down with this and down with that? they cried A burning bottle in his hand A long haired youth screamed, ?Come on, man The conscience of America