Lyrics:
and faeter by Saskia
On the computer
The musical Looter
Zeb on the mike
I'm the underground booster
(QF Da Funkee P:)
Yeah QF Da Funkee P is in da house,
you
to Cali
That's how we roll, follow 'em
Once humongous blow up even more, when we crash the show
We shuts 'em down underground, clown from town to town
instead of human eyes so they can see
Tools for digging made from bones of rats they eat
Roasted on a spit over a molten flame
Are they so small?
Or are we
slaves
-Kano:
Uh, run away run away underground deep
Release me from these shackles around feet.
Old masters they don't own me
Treat artists like sheep by
brought
By these three charming chaps
... the right cogs loose
To break free from that farm
And bring the right pro-duce
For this rappin' sitcom
A program
Ay yeah, I can't aye, look
You couldn't see me on my worst day
Bitch slide then tryna blow me like
A candle on my birthday
Where Where I'm from
They
and get lost with you
Only way from my point of view
Leave the rest of them in the dark
No one has to know where we are
I'm over the stories that we'll
the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no
and stealin', from people like you
Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronx Zoo
We sailed el Barrio and the Metropolitan too
Got to the point when I
a alleyway, by a chickenhead
I don't love that hoe, and I ain't handcuffing
Too many bitches, and they turkies needed stuffing
Like this bitch the other day,
The other 9 stick to my nikes and get rubbed out on the curb
Lets be real, we're paper chasin' for financial backing
But there's a thin line defined by need
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
listen learn
Gonna make you twist and turn with this beat that I kick it South River, Trax
East
Fuck with me you'll be deceased 6 foot underground is
goes on look at what man made
Expert mediocre thought provoker
Gave a donation from my loafer
Hip hop's underground I'm a surface
Gopher forever lit
Now is you ready for the man steppin in with the Heavy Artillery
both hands cocked to the back ready and willingly
spit fire over tracks, you ain't
found way's
Make soundwave's surround's slave's from underground caves
Have megatron, crying and beg the don
To let his arm go or hell get his mom,
orion
Causing light to shift on rhyme hieroglyphs from the Myas
Hazardous Material will set the stage on fire
I'm sharp like a dagger
Fake underground
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
the emergency room
And I'm sorry I bled all over your shoes
The ones you bought in Jersey from that gypsy on Route 2
The Devil does not reside underground
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
me how to learn.
If I see you next to never
Day after day
How can we stay together?
If you turn me away
Demons walk over glass from a thousand
underground like railroad
Mad low, son, in this hellhole, an animal
Friendship be flammable, no shame for some to blow
Brains out for fun, over cocaine and guns
My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch
to reach me!
I ain't tryna hear all of your bull shit, just leave me!
The underground ain't been the same since I emerged from it
Niggas hear my name
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