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backwards, ain't make the most of my time yet
Known as a rhyme vet in New York City's underground
Who missed his shot to blow up back when the chance had come

youngest she frightened by every dark cloud and gust of wind
But she might be on to something ('cause this is crazy)
It's no masquerade
This could be your

Tummies are rumblin'
You better run cuz they're watching
Unless you wanna be swallowed up
By a gluttonous goblin hobblin', wobblin'
Gobblin' up all of that

to try to serve me 
Cause I'm down and dirty from the undergrounds of Jersey 
Word to Fats daddy cause I'm fatter than your Timberlands 
Ladies

I got lured in to be honest, chasing shiny objects
I got fooled by booby traps, landmines, and all the nonsense
Took me to a darker mood, and dug

Wanna talk 'bout plays we could run one
Never got phased by the top ones
They always say that I'm someone
I'm so and so and so's lost son
Like blood,

you threw off mute
While you boasting all proud as you chew off groups
Who wrote the underground sound yuppie who owns you
Rappers is getting lazy I

rumblin'
You better run cuz they're watching
Unless you wanna be swallowed up
By a gluttonous goblin hobblin', wobblin'
Gobblin' up all of that food
I don't

Nigga I'm Bout It

U.N.L.V.

6th & Baronne

1998

ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake

the underground
Cuz all the dirt's above us
Stay filthy until the day they kill me
Rather be carried by six
Than judged by twelve, that's guilty

We still ridin'

de rapaces
Tous condamnées à vivre dans
Une cité jusqu'à ce que les murs se cassent
Une seule idée en tète, brasser des liasses
C'est pour ma face que

टूट ती झाई नि
ये पीसी के पीछे से मिलते गली पर आगे से मिले
मुझे तो फटी में बोले छोटे ही भाई जी
सीखो पापा से तमीज़
ना जाए कोई तो toe by toe मेरा फ्लो

the sky
Got the red dot on the moon
Imma take you by surprise
I'm on ground floor
But I am gonna take flight
Jets are runnin' heads I'm huntin
You could say

VG go)

Paid my dues never played by the rules
Ain't too many people gonna do what I do when I had nothing left I still came through
I'll never change

nothing strange unless you watch your range like a rover
Follow me son, what's done is done, forgot it
God bless his soul while his bodys underground

on they sockets making imposters jump
You ain't real boy, I'm here to fill a void
Leave the fakers by the gate, tell them to kill the noise
In my circle

Walk around like I'm the champ with that belt like Ryan
Hook line em, Muhammad, knock out Mike Ty'
Beat the beat I produce by myself, I'm nice
I'm

the town
And if by chance Marys found 
They'll put her in rotation and go take turns out in town 
Now they complaining that she loud 
That's why she stays

an alley-oop
Young Sean V, but Adidas be the shoe
It don't matter if they rockin' red or they blue
Everywhere I go, know I stay cool
I ain't bothered by

Kreatywny? To czemu olałem tę szkołę
I chuj że skończona od dwóch piszę licencjat
Co to będzie jak będę bez papierka
Dalej underground i robię to do bitu
I

Live MC

Heather B.

Eternal Affairs

2002

style
T is for takin you where you won't go
you for all the hunts of the underground heros
V is for the voters the vocals and the vision when
W is

are about the butter 
These niggas know that im a bad muthafucka 
We undercover poppin from underground 
Bustin niggas with heavy rounds 
Listen

the youth some assistance
Down underground working in the trenches 
Until I'm bubbling above the surface just like i intended relentless
Im not asking for no

They want to talk about the clique
With the underground sick shit
Pump 'em out to space, exhaust pipe
Of a spaceship on Halloween and
Laser beam