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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 »


They live and die by images so lets exploit back 
Flip and reverse it watch the audience attack 
They've got the power, we've got the paint 
Do
manic with vision
We are the drivers, yet we feel driven
Moths in the moonlight, fooled by a flashlight
Caught in a jam jar, gasping for air
the police in Brooklyn? 
Turn this jam up, yo, yo 
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay 
I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo
work in but be purbin
Defeatin hip-hops real purpose
But real hip-hop will surface
At your service
Yeah you gots the right to be nervous
And if it
it
You be putt loopbing work in but be purbin
Defeatin hip-hops real purpose
But real hip-hop will surface
At your service
Yeah you gots the right
I'm a tripper man in a space of jam
Flying in the circus of a freakshow band
My ears are wings
They take me to my dreams
I close my eyes and I'm
talk to me
What do you know when you know me?
Don't file me under categories, you're deceived
You don't know me
I'm not only a surface, a country
to concepts, you could say my head's full
Focus on the surface, not the shades of epidermes
Verbals from the Prime and Daddy Rich'll get you nervous

[ VERSE 2 ]
classics is what they used to say before
Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose
They hate it, cuz they know if they don't get it, then they
classics is what they used to say before
Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose
They hate it, cuz they know if they don't get it, then they
Diddy]
Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam
Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall
Well let's see how Rob be
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy."

I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
Disney card
Wrote “best wishes,” and “kisses” where she signed it
3 feet by 2 feet, I coulda hid behind it
I didn’t like the pity from Christina Li
slip? 

Yo
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy 
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti 
He's nervous, but on the surface
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy."

I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
a working person
I put in work, I work with purpose
I get it there, on the water, air, the surface
You feel the impact? Niggas yeah it's working
Listen
through
And my work is personal, I'm a workin person
I put in work, I work with purpose
I get it there, on the water, air, the surface
You feel
just the surface of a dark deep well
And how can you prefer to be wit those
That sprayed you wit gun and hoses
And never put roses on the graves
The misdemeanor catcher comin back at cha
for the long ride, as we return to the wrongside

[El Da Sensai]
Out to burn, rackin paints by the sack to provide
tracks
what? TO avoid bein stuck and blazed up
Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut
Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked,
slip? 

Yo
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy 
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti 
He's nervous, but on the surface
Yo
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy 
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti 
He's nervous, but on the surface he
slip? 

Yo
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy 
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti 
He's nervous, but on the surface
the briny deep
A spelunker plunging in, 
hunkering down in between those puffy pink walls
Like a fallout bunker
And if never emerge to the surface don't