Lyrics:
of mercury, ah. oh
Ah things ain't what they used to be
What about this over crowded land
How much more abuse from man can she stand?
Oh mercy, mercy
from Da Brick City
This is DJ Say What
An' we're gonna blast y'all right now
With the new cut by Redman, ?I Don't Kare?
On W0 Fuck All y'all Radio
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
caught in the movement
I'm still down with my homies from the UnderGround
From the hood to the club to the warehouse
Probably holla throw it up in a packed
can't touch what I'm making
What, love from the underground and the basement
There's no waiting, no time to be wasting
There's no debating, it's mine for
Over My Dead Body
After the Nazis we were baited by the Russian bear
our "liberators" wanted Poland for a thoroughfare
I was a victim
you underground?
It's like way, hold that BAOW
I just came to put something down
That's crazy
Crowd starts booing again
I really came from nothin' my
To take the last ride with me and forget all that we've been through
One more chance
Let's take a ride away from here - we go by night away from here
of mercury, ah. oh
Ah things ain't what they used to be
What about this over crowded land
How much more abuse from man can she stand?
Oh mercy, mercy
in
Case they didn't know
I'm from the West Coast
Close to the street like a low rider
Sitting on gold wires
Underground like coal miners
Never had
plenty
I take you back to the old days
115 through white zig-zags nigga, oh no, wait
We blow fo sho', ask the homie from the base
Your underground, aks
buggin' over time
From the light to the lime original star time
It's the Double Chris One and Camel brought the ammo
So we can shoot game like thugs
Take the day hang it by the door
Dusk's shadows crawl across the floor
Expectations on the shelf
In the dark I get to be myself
Getting lost
{chorus}
Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw
And all the real heads scream 'Fuck hip
that playa shit, I'm fluent
You niggas lil' bro, boy, I'm really y'all influence
We ain't never scared over here We gettin' to the bread over here
I
This ain't no move your body, make your booty drop song
This for the underground, this for the cold streets
Drive by, ride along music on a cold beat
won
Message to my unborn son so he will know how it's done
On the real I keep it real from the beginning to the end
Making ends underground ain't no
bloodstained dollar signs
Blood money makes the world go round
With blood money putting you underground
In blood money were beginning to drown
From blood money
lies underground beneath the surface
Of the suburban airwaves my approach is subversive
Over 20 years of hip hop in the making
Hip hop's morally abuse,
'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
'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
of mercury, ah. oh
Ah things ain't what they used to be
What about this over crowded land
How much more abuse from man can she stand?
Oh mercy, mercy
And the trumpets, someone's tryna summon someone, I know something's coming
But I'm running from it to be standing at the summit
And plummet, how come it wasn't
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