From an underground stream With their hands, with their hands Have a sweet drink of water from an underground Sisters and brothers have a sweet drink of water From an underground stream
when they get it then they let it all switch and spoil But I just illuminated it like kitchen foil A lot of main stream niggas is yappin' about yappin' A lot of underground
's right Journey through the life of some real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of
I stank I can, I stank I can The funky engine that could Yowsky, wowsky, pisky, wisky All aboard the Stankonia Express The underground smell road Everybody
static comes in slow You can feel it grow Our stream of conscience flows Under the streets below The rivers made of sound Still running underground
on a power trip to the place where I go I'm feeling .. and strong, and I don't care .. It cool me mainstream, I'm not safety, It's a great stream, you
The picture is far too big to look at kid Your eyes won't open wide enough And you are constantly surrounded By the swirling stream of what is and what
life of some real niggas Puffy: Some real niggas You'll never see what I've seen Puffy: When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked
Yay, fool Fuckin' off in the Bay wit some crazy niggaz Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so they saved ya nigga From the bottom of the stream to the top of
bells in random order Deep breaths beneath the perfect water Love that is frightening But still so inviting To drown inside a sound That lay so far underground
bells in random order Deep beneath the perfect water? Love, that is frightening But still so inviting to drown, drown inside a sound That lay so far underground
to my pen, like my name is Ayn Rand Time slippin' through my fingers like grains of sand Yo, throw that beat in the garbage can Northern State don't fool around So underground
of sweet ammonia Frozen cherubs alight in a glowing tree Copper locust, invisible string Fried robots are blowing sweet melodies Silver frogs in lava stream
[Jockeys] Freaks, freaks, freaks! We are the jockeys, jockeys are we We live underground in a fiberglass tree [Jockey #1] Ha! [Jockey #2] Ooo! [Jockey
Weeping like the ghost of winter, we watch our tears kiss ash and turn to steam. We walk on hot coals where a stream meandered. Tarred and tanned. We
blood on the Blade The Land of the Silent Scarlet Dawn Waits for us to be enthroned I shall lead you to the Magic Forest Deep underground in emerald
So I send an S.O.S Semaphore myself Catch me falling finally Through the air and underground Everywhere this sound Screams a whisper,"I can't breathe
You might find a river, under a mountain That feeds a remote, subterranean fountain Drink from this taste just a hint of a dream That somehow leads into the underground stream
