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Albums:

Under the Surface (Marit Larsen) · Underneath the Surface (Syx) · On the Surface (Abraham) · Surface (Surface) · Underneath the Surface (Prime STH) · Scratch the Surface (Sick of It All) · Life Too, Has Surface Noise: The Complete Dandelion Records (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The First Time: The Best of Surface (Surface) · Beneath the Surface (Benjamin Schaefer) · Beneath the Surface [1996] (Incognito) – and 90 other albums »


me a pound or feel the pain in your chest
I only bang with t.s.
That's some squad that God returned to the surface
Bustin scary-ass burners that burst
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
To either get big, or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably Dove, 'cause we all way
through the fire on a horse
I'll rip with the hippest trip wire force

I'm bad, my nickname's the circuit breaker
Eatin' up the world, acer by acer
There's
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness
Analyzed by report cards, hard to live a life
when you're forced to.. 

UAHH, within the, PIPES of the system
Where as a vision with classism
which means
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness
knock it
But listen to you rock it
And once that rhyme settle up in your dome
Just buy the album when I drop it
But it ain't like that
I'm just statin' my
knock it
But listen to you rock it
And once that rhyme settle up in your dome
Just buy the album when I drop it
But it ain't like that
I'm just statin' my
they been told
Their rhymes used to be worth something like Mr. T`s gold
Now I`m in, so watch me Kline like Calvin
I`m the Dread Man, you fucked up by
verses back up to the surface
Someone is brought in to interpret
Do not engage in conjectural with the professor
Just nod ya head and say Yes Sir! Here
Stop bitin'
Using styles that you know
That ain't yours
Stop bitin'
Changing sounds
Every album you do
Stop bitin'
Reciting lines
I done
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
And gather all your homies up
To go and shoot up a pad
Soon as you finished
why'all run out of gas
You better haul as*

That's how drive-bys get f***ed
knives (soooo serious)

(Baby)
I got 40 cars, fuck a bike
I don`t ride
Cause I don`t like
It`s 3 t`s & fuck nights (soooo serious)

(Manny Fresh)
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
a piss and dismiss it like fuck it and went and found somebody else
Fuck arguing harvesting the feelings, I'd rather be by my fucking self
Till about 2
the surface of my red carpet
These are distress signals spanning you and I
Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization
A galaxy called
featuring Big Punisher KRS One 
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS! 
Verse one: KRS One 
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me 
Than
to me in the benz truck too

Fuck all y'all non-believers
I roll wit god, the squad and ts
Out wit the b.s
We platinum, they even doubted jesus
Niggas is
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
off some the time, take you down one at a time 
I'm be known for fucking over your whole album 
Who want my rhyme? 
Keep declining, I'm keep climbing
Power impact, cracking your spine, mankind
Blow off the surface like landmines in my pastime
I saw it all, had plenty broads
Cut your wig short like
featuring Big Punisher KRS One 
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS! 
Verse one: KRS One 
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me 
Than
the surface of my red carpet
These are distress signals spanning you and I
Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization
A galaxy called