Lyrics:
on but you suck my
People's make the real shit
When you hear you fear it
You most defiantly can feel it
I'm in the hall like Courtney
Support me and my
moment, nothing brings me down
Descending down the stairs, it's dark but I don't care
The music in my ears, it's chaos everywhere
People rushing by, faces
of people have
Still like never heard it
We've been going for the
Last how many years?
Fuck 'em all, let 'em die
If it wasn't for our family that's true
We
possess any advantage over us
In fact, we think you are liars
He said, O my people, tell me, if I have a clear proof from my Lord, and a mercy has come
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
the chase
Life like ready set go
Gotta keep up with the pace
I had to let people go
Not every one could be saved
I'm being tested by foes
I never can catch
Two thirty baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city,
the thunderous sound
Hold up
I'm coming from the underground
With the thunderous sound
Hold up
I spit that slick shit
Some serious linguistics
For instance
Like
but recognize
It's being run by people in a family of satanic ties
And as I analyze anyway that I can try
To describe to you why we lead the world in
the image
Best believe that I'm in this shit just to win this shit
At first nobody saw me
Now they cant ignore me
People hating on me like im eatin raw meat
bring my piece to the diner, we can get busy, make it pop once like Genji
I swear this underground scene really nothing but gossip and rumors: it’s Samaru
on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too trill homie, I don't give a damn
I'm a self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire
From the underground
the studio
They gon' leave you chopped up
Like they was DJ screwin' ya
Yeah, I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too trill homie, I don't
We rap by what we see, meaning reality
From people busting caps and like Mandela being free
Not every MC be with the negativity
We have a slew
We ain't underground by accident
There's only a select few that can handle this
Freek shit, apparition of a poltergeist
Blessed with a heart when
like Bourelly and ain't most girls
like Pink told me (Mann!)
My #dreamgirl Aye My #dreamgirl mystic wisdom like Nokia and she blessed
like yaboura
and the life that I'm starting
Hit up the bank and I'm making transactions
We underground under lines like a fraction
She say she love me I'm pure satisfaction
Jewelry
It ain’t you it’s me
My credit score excellent
Money take precedence
Like trump people want dead presidents
I’m the person to whom all these rules
a million uncreative rappers tryin to be me
I'm startin to feel like Jimi Hendrix
When they covered the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over
them, preaching to the choir like I was each of them
Me, myself, and I
Three heathens on the rise
Under the underground looking up at demon skies
Fallen
Verbally end ya like it's postpartum
Like Shannon Sharpe, that ain't no problem
That ain't no problem
This is for the people
For the people, by the people
the bottom now we made it on the scene hates Rest In Peace you can see me on the vip by any mean necessary yeah I am gonna get it hip hop underground my swag
I be the first ever Asian astronaut
Blastin' off, castin' off
The ties that bind like a smashed guitar
Rode a mastodon out Jurassic Park
Chased by
the underground
Fuckin' pig wanna act like he like me now
In '86 same bitch tried to lock me down
And motherfuckers wanna ask why I'm cocky now
To all
Discuss these people like me by mystic underground Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In