Lyrics:
Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Heck is for the people not believin' in gosh
Good job
Get 'em up way high
Gimme gimme that high
lyricist found
In the underground
Who got the beats and the rhythms that pound?
It's the underground
Come here me now, feel me now
This is hardcore music,
stop us from taking over
The underground's how it goes
Even though we get more hooch than
A concert with Mike Jones (Mike Jones)
Give me the microphone
to myself like Pee Wee Herman caught jerking off
I wish nobody saw me, wishing I could hide vibe cool Keith we spark
this
We step on stage MC's disappear
I'm from a concrete jungle like B-I-G
Hit you with that bass line... I-E-D
Ya boy pysch ward sick, guess that's why they scared of me
Ghost writer, I
of bitch is uh chick thats bi-lingual
Play wit numbers like sudoku flip bread like judo
You dont exist no more like Pluto you sick like cujo
Underground is
demons one more time like a rematch?
This night is gonna be tricky, be prepared for the stalking
By the devil's little creatures from the underground
Uncle Romulus
With his walking cane and camera
She looked like someone's girlfriend
She looked like a dream
She looked as unlikely
As the people's
And if you say yes you're lying
People are always wondering
What's up with the Underground
Are they down?
Or is just another new sound
We're saying things
Got a hood bitch, still sipping on Mystics
Nigga, this history
Me and this nigga JG still knocking out hooks, Sonny Liston
Pour a lil something in
she horny
But love I'm tryna fuck with this money
[Chorus]
We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don't burry the axe
We
to say about me (About me)
And (And)
I'm used to it like
Honestly
It's just a thing of people observe your stories (Stories)
They talk to you here
syllable on point like a metronome
In the 6th grade people telling me I got a gift
And now I'm on my knees praying that I never forget
The days and nights
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me
and look at me hard
Cause they used to be the shit, like McDonald's on Broad
It's odd, how niggaz try to bomb
Then I be fadin more motherfuckers than
make it look easy
I had to cut people off
They only call me
When they need me
Fuck them I’m good on my own
Give a fuck if they like me or not
Always ride
years before Christ was born
My essence was battling evil
Seen unspeakable crimes by the devil
Unbelievable tricks like Knievel
Can't come close to my
ഒന്നൊന്നായ് ചിലച്ചു.
The fruits on that tree, I recite one by one
ഒടുക്കം പോയവരോ കഷ്ടമെന്ന് കരുതി
People who left me felt sorry for me
തിടുക്കം മെല്ലെ
will do for this
All the people around me are eaten by hate
I' m scared because all the world is eaten by hate
But also me, I' m eaten by hate
But also
like
Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Saying heck is for the people not believin' in gosh
Good Job
Get 'em up way high
like
Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Saying heck is for the people not believin' in gosh
Good Job
Get 'em up way high
ain't gonna act like your shits hard
Please
All your little acts we just diss hard
We don't think you have what it takes boy
Music gives me ear aches
And people always talkin’
Let my actions do it for me; What they’re sayin’? I’m a boss
And if you only knew ‘bout all the time and my hours spent
Where most
kill all these niggas and make you deceased
Real ones, they right by my side
We move like a pride
Real niggas still underground
You know that I'm still
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