Lyrics:
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We the hardcore yo
We caughtes
Yeah a roof a underground music cut a people don't love it
From new york to poland yeah
real
To the underground sound found with all your family garage
Battling for prestige by dising all those I can manage
The law of hiphop says no raping
and enjoy a brand new terrified state of mind
Leave everything else behind
And be consumed by the spirit of the night
Beyond the cemetery, lies a very
I've been back against the wall
It ain't nothing new
I know the money's gonna come
We gon' make it through
If they ever had a doubt
Then they never
dump on niggas
It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Peace to the New York Knickerbockers, the plot got thicker
Cuz now they got the Brooklyn
on rebate
Powered by Rage
With woes in disarray
Powered by Rage
So get the fuck out of the way
Figurative when addressing the public
This is breakin' news
I brought that genuine shit in '96
Before you knew the underground or independent existed
I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick
of his imaginary friend
In Camden Town I'll meet you by the underground
In Camden Town we'll walk there as the sun goes down
In Camden Town
In Camden
into the underground by government forces
However a small resistance is forming
Both Terminator X and Chuck D have resurfaced
Leading a small mobile
do, maybe I don't
Up next on the E show
We discovered a new underground artist
that goes by the name
Igo
Ago
Jill have you ever heard about this name
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
niggas, Dru Hill to drew down
And I'm prayin' they set
Instead, most artists don't live as good as the execs
And they end up depressed
Scarred by A&Rs,
it'll be okay
No more messing around and living underground
And new year's resolutions
By this time next year I won't be here
I turn on MTV,
that good news
Yeah his that good shi
Said bop ya head
Looking back again I'm sipping on the potion
Remy Red, sitting by the ocean
Yeah
Divide
the sky
A symphony of sounds, as people hustle by
Oh, New York, New York, you've captured my soul
Your vibrant energy, a story to be told
I long to be
the source if it all, I'm an x
A poet vet, 48 laws, a new catch
Out and dining right, redefining my life
Slice of angels food cake, I was saved by Christ
blowin’ over the fields of England
Snow covered New Year’s Eve in London
Credits: All songs written by Ian S. McCaskie/John Jack Jr
c 2023 Dusty Boy
clique be taking it far
Got ties with the upper skies, we practice aviation
All my peoples tryin' to reach billboards and new vacations
So start hatin'
before you try to
See what's inside my head
(Fe fi fo fum, Hey)
Badass motherfucker comin' straight up
From the underground
Baggin' bodies is a hobby
a different scale
Charlie Munger building mental models
See I'm down to get it still i live by morals
Taking risks like a hedge fund
Calculating every outcome
stand... Upright it don't
Phase the man... He won't listen
Fuck... you
Vial whores
For the Zero
They come in scores
Follow underground
Temptation lurks
In
music, technically you're moving bricks
So come swing low by me, sweet chariot
Will the underground set us free like Harriet?
I'm low key/Loki, I ain't
there barely
Scared to get out the car
While I keep it real like Buckwild and Star baby pah
Def Squad be the best by far
I rock New York then Motown like
thoughts
Aim it at the state
The whole world’s a chess board
Playing war games
New Earth Army
Underground
We done dug up now
Roll up loud
Simmer down
Then we
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