Lyrics:
Let's hope this time
We can get this band back together again
You join the underground cabaret today
Well, hey there, tell me your name
You try
the underground rumbles everytime we bust. (Come on man) you ain't never heard of the Carnival click (Come on man) we be deep N on some family shit (Come on man)
hoe, it's all about me"
[Heather B]
It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue
but the underground sister from the Edutainment
livin' in is fucked
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one
Your new shit ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son
dynamite in the
Fear of it's reach
To clear new sand castles first
You gotta clear the beach
We will rewrite history
Free of a biased hand not by a pious man
overthrown
Negotiating the new way of life
For a future to come
On the crusade ready to be assassinated
To become one with the layers
To be captured by time
Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired
Remember, I finally accounted before he expired
They tell me there's a peaceful place, I want to see it
world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather 'round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey
just ask Jarvis
Studio to studio, I drink juice,
Produce tons of new shit, like a booty hole
Show to show, full throttle, backstage,
No models, no
These futures made of virtual insanity
Always seem to be governed by the love we have
For useless, twisting of their new technologies
Now there is no
a thin line
Lost memories, pause for The Kauz centerpiece
Awed by the raw EvoL beat
God! it's all energy
And I ain't wonderin' how we aren't underground
would come record it
With phonetic clone software who ever woulda thought it?
But I included numbers in my rap unsupported
By their new OS that's why OS
jeeps
(that's right).
So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground,
I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming.
Got it going on this time for
barely but alive
And my ticket to the underground station is the only thing by my side
I'm down and out in New Cross and Brockley
Don't be scared if
trees full of life
A young figure sits still by a pool
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool
He is you
Social Security took care
trees full of life
A young figure sits still by a pool
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool
He is you
Social Security took care
trees full of life
A young figure sits still by a pool
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool
He is you
Social Security took care
the wave now
Drown in the wave
Drown
Drown in the wave
Drown
Drown in the wave now
Ego to the side
New energy look in my eyes
When you passed me by
Might be
Train emerges from the underground
everybody's got their heads bowed down
The city lights are going by unseen
The woman on my left tears a page out
real fucked up when the papes is thin
You're facing men, that live by the grace of pen
Never catch Ras looking at the 8 to 10
Ayo we underground royalty,
That buried generations of black and brown men
Who left their post because they were misguided by ghosts in the land of the living
Ready, aim, fire
Lyrics: Manhood by Ryan Hayashi
Yooo, ai!
True Manhood
Never lose your nerve
True discipline
Protect and serve
What is a man? c lot of boys have no
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til' the new year drop
To the, tick-tock yah don't stop
To the, tick-tock yah don't stop
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