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confined)

I'm on em like relish on a hot dog
Gonna hotbox, but it's a drop top
Cops block us by Hilltop 
Caught us with a laptop
Make em mad, go stupid

the grass
The rats underground
The lion asleep 
Got his paws on a crown
So yo nobody peep, and don't make a sound
Though all of his enemies creep in

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

the new king of the fucking underground 
Yeah I smoked the whole thing bring another pound
We some Dogs ass niggas like we from the pound
When I link we

you'll be lucky if you're not a victim of a shooting
In Detroit, crack-head zombies still prostituting
In Detroit, where the underground rap don't get

Or the bins at closing time

I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile

From a fish without its prime

Been hanging round the underground

Found a couple of crumbs

The tempo's slow, but with the whipped cream
(MIA, yo, London, yeh, a pound)
It's all for show, so come when I call

Ride with an underground king
Bun B bumpin'

By the time you get this note I will be nowhere to be found
I know the secret and I'm going underground
My eyes have seen the things they never

papers as I savor the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the blatent vibrations widely found
Facing the nation complacent radio stations now
Stop

often heard words of great wisdom

Battlecries ring the fields

I have been through water, air and fire

Seen the hall of Hel, deep underground

I shall

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

Who came in the game
and ran the underground just by sayin' his name
Mike Jones-Jones, the dude that's so smooth
In 7 months he blew, split haters in

International underground kings
Niggas like me took the harder route
Who the fuck you calling out?
We can tell that you just started out
You treat the game

is what I am, kilos by grams
This a stick up man, get out your car man
Only way is to survive, if my AK jam
Like Jigga, I'm standing in my B-Boy stance

told

He made a most delicious pumpkin pie
Which he presented to the passers-by
Before the sunset, he'd be all but dry
Folks would buy the whole supply

penelty
Remember when we use to kick it with me and Embee
Listen to the hip hop and it dont stop
I was shoked the first time ya got cought by the cops
If it

One, fives, and tens
No high denominations, won't fly by the Feds
Still I got the flow safe
With mo' Benjy's than the sugar in yo' cupcake ass, so
tell

thinks of coming home
wondering who's around and who's not
there's a picture of you from the Moscow underground  
just before the union collapsed
you're

About the ways of the underground
How it's been around and around by adding those terrifying sounds
We go way from the east to the west
To the north

rats at party stos
Everybody knows, I'm heading down town
At the shelter, St. Andrews, underground
I want a gothic bitch I don't know, all leather

The spirit...
... was plucked away
By the...
... sacrilege of fatal arms!

Forever!
Remember?
Forever!
I kept the secret

"Where is the bride?"
"Forsaken him!"

apartheid
Ayo
And now im out here droppin jaws because they see i played a part
And i aint start it but i repped it from the start (Yeah)
Thats underground im

stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready

If I could catch the feather blown by the breeze,
If I could heal the wound that starts to bleed,
I'd give a hand to the man under newspaper,
Do all I