Lyrics:
To all of you from California...
This is K-ce Silesia brought to you by Losza Vera
Aha!
Oh, we've got paradise of our own
When you're near, feel
it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels been tryin' to get the bacon
By makin' a brother into somethin' he is not and
You're
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
six
Run it back for a touchdown clown
This game depending on us from the
Underground touch tops if not volcanic
Knot will erupt hot temper raising
would come between us
A love that's far too pure to last
We can't let the pain get the best of us
By not learning from the past
Come on out from
makes this not right
Before the fire spreads and tears it all down
Buried underground
Til the heart finds a home
Alarmed by the sound
Will the call ever
(Lyrics by V. Frerich)
(Music by F. Krynojewski)
The final battle is over; the earth has been burnt down
No more beauty left; what remains is dark
leavin’ ‘less its hurricane season
Yo, where we come from we hold it down
You know the time
We represent the underground
409, big money!
Niggaz can’t take
{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
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
bigger underground like the yams do
So when I'm out every bites gon' get your minds blown
So "Go conquer them or get conquered"
That's the language from my
cold
I don't spit, I shit, on your whole team
These niggas think I'm from Cleveland
It's something the way I be, dropping the Browns off
thornless roses,
Fat men play with their garden hoses
Poolside laughter has a cynical bite,
Sausage speared by the cocktail satellite
I walk away from from
Rockin L.A. like no one else..
You can check any rapper from the underground scene
but few have dropped hot shit and seen green
Some have dope twelve
control
I won't admit them though
I hear them banging loudly
over by the back door
To higher ground
From underground
To everybody in me now
Is everybody
to the cemetery
By chariot and buried a bit
So make the most of these moments
Before you coast closer to comatose
And tossed over to death's corner
You feel
you're rising up from underground
And I'm nothing like I was before
And they always told us we would be nothing
But look what we've done (look what we've
I'm ready to hit the telly, tickle bellies from the inside
y'all know that Shock's my name
I rock brew instead of champagne
Ask around the world
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,
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 monster's coming for me
Sculk is spreading all over
Connecting to its veins
Every step is a vibration
Leading straight up to its brain
Hear it crawl up from
hoe
My style dirty underground, or Ukraine po'
When it hits you, pain pumps cool-aid, through the vein and shit
Snatch the trap then I dash like
straight from the underground
A young nigger got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color
Some police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
letters down to Melvin
Gotta be careful what you tell them
Lost my faith in god feel like I had failed him
Babies dying from homicide it make me question
Is
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