Lyrics:
I earned every buck that was mine
I ain't never cry over a fuckin
Dime don't make me go off
I know it's them again from
Last time remember them
They
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
Merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by
Rain is the tears of the never never navies who cry
For the bridge that doesn't go in the direction
the son
And now you're thinking that we done
But your never really over
Till your underground
Peak over your shoulder
Every time you hear a sound
In
it from the vultures
That's why I always get respect from true soldiers
While half of the critics claim it every year: "Hip hop's over."
FUCK YOU,
I'm on a low key no need for cast
U know where came from nigga that's why I'ma strong
Some call me the prince
But I ain't got no throne in the street
and she's flying, I feel I'm flying by em
'Cause my mind's on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who's
a ride
Just get in line
Hand by your heart
Like memorize
Ask God please
Could you energize?
Beam on up
To the Enterprise
From the inner-city
endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'
Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South
80 bars, 80 scars
Yo, engineer turn me up, yo
I started off in the underground
From mono to stereo, now I'm surround sound
Blowing through your
and tyrants
Jews prevailed over violence
Today,
Women, no longer in silence.
(4 Beat Pause)
Fanny
Our Hebrew tribe,
will turn the tide
Both jews
locked up
Hot stuff like Donna Summer, another number one-r
And comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' down
Baby let me run it down
Mos
in the mother fucking house
Know what I'm sayin'?
Unh, come on
I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork
Shuttin' down underground streets
Well, they told me to come on over
I made my way to New York
And they tried to have me deported
Stop me from getting work
Blacklisted me all over
return to the essence
Every time I see your fam word is bon I feel your presence
Its all over bearing witness like jehovah
ain't nothing strange unless
[scratches by DJ Premier]
"It's time for this real nigga shit.."
"Bumpy Knucks.."
"Ha, hah-hah"
"Niggaz can't see I.."
"Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie
spittin' what I spit when the day is over
Tryin' to be me in the mirror, sayin' it over
Yeah, he's all right, but you not real
I'm a dog, s*** I eat
Look where I'm from we stepped over needles no haystacks
So my road to riches been rocky no ASAP
They tried to pop me I'm talking on way back
Success is
would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors out with this fine chorus:
Fuck the police, coming straight from the underground
A young Mick's got it
so long and high
Merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by
Rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry
For the bridge that doesn't
so long and high
Merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by
Rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry
For the bridge that doesn't
here from Venus
But she's already kissed me and put her claw on my penis
I brushed back her tinsel hair, she "booped" with affection
I can tell by her
of nature to write
This monster is a man by the sounds of the moonlight
So as the sun sets over that country view
I feel blessed knowing that I'm coming back
over
You wanna walk away
Now that it's over
You wanna walk away
Now that it's over
You wanna walk away far
Standing by the edge of a cliff
I
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