Lyrics:
you want, but don't forget the omen
A light at your side will show you where
Omen
Oh oh
Straight from the underground
Let me kick this quick,
drowned looking like a dewlap
If you hold the crown, get found, with a mystic
Seeping flesh bound, to the bone, need kingship
From the underground
going down a road I've
Never been down before
I need to know if you'll go with me, people
I remember us walkin'
Down an old dirt road i remember
Down by
What is she? what is she?
I think she’s a gypsy
She trades my soul
But then she gets me
I think she’s a mystic
I think she’s a mystic
I think she’s
you're listening to me yo you underground
Yo, yo, that blast from the past, like Grandmaster Caz
Bam and flash, that's underground
Doug e. Fresh, lord
King, checker board nigga go and crown me
Pushin' rhymes underground like moonshine
With jump like juke joints
Ridin' like old 'lacs
Down like 4
a drop and the streets a watch
Mystic man like Dr. Sabi, Alkaline food, me nuh wah nuh gravy
True man a wake up the people weh sleeping
The system
nothing for me!
This pain will be my story
Black rain is right before me
Underground baby
Underground baby
I'm hidin' under the floor like Saddam
sweat it?
I'm all into my music cause it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
sweat it?
I'm all into my music cause it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)
Now, everybody wanna act like they already got it made
With the houses
Mystic memories cloud my mind they get more distant all the time
Farther from the people places what I use to see
Like the ocean tide will rise
I did say sorry about the `old woman,' but from the
behind you looked--
DENNIS: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an
inferior!
all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I've enough already on my plate
People might
all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I've enough already on my plate
People might
Rebel, rebel, rebel
Rebel, rebel
They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain
From a man like me, who goes against the grain
skill his people on this hi-pro flow
Silhouette represents the Unda' Ground Radio
Spice up things like buffalo wings
Says Anita, hip hop joy it brings
Rebel, rebel, rebel
Rebel, rebel
They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain
From a man like me, who goes against the grain
REAL UNDERGROUND BABY
By Insane Clown Posse
This clown don't smile and honk your nose.
This clown don't wear green goofy clothes.
And this clown
It was 1984, I heard Run rapping 'bout
Larry Laugh Caddy, wanting to break a bitch cot
22 years later and the block belong to me
Underground Kingz
underground.
See us 6 feet under ground
It doesn't matter what those morons say
It's Murda I N C Uh
The world is calling me
My demons haunt me this
Smoked a lot then found myself opening portals
Walked into a world playing games amongst mortals
But a time travelling mystic live by reversal order
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
enemy child for a while within the Mystic Styles
Ah, yeah, it's like this for the nine-five
Just like last year, you can't fuck wit' us, biatch
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