Under the UG

Under the underground Under the underground Under the underground Under the underground We digging from the depths, for the culture, so ultra Better expressed FTD-FTC, for those perplexed alphabetically We spelling elegies by eloquent means, vocal calligraphy Globally local, role with intelligent beings Regimented to substantially dismantle Malevolent command channels like sandcastles They all come tumbling down, we're under the ground Pound for pound, pure fighters, for sure brighter We write gems like the end to end burners May the learner comprehend, intent to transcend Each ephemeral trend, the saga begins Obvious to every head still nodding We keep dropping gutter sounds beneath street crossings It's not often that we surface from the bottom But we coughing up that heat cuz the furnace pipe's knocking Under the underground Under the underground Under the underground Under the underground In the shaft of Survinylist, always digging for more With the lyrical pickaxe unraveling ore Shoveling gravel, like handling swords Subterranean aliens, unearthing the score Diggin a pass, through a landmass of trash As the fingers get dirty, yo, we're learning the craft And earning a pass to deepest knowledge to grasp These stories will last, no need to polish the past We're stormin down fast, like some orbital crafts Lips like sticks of dynamite, as we blast Crackin' the bedrock to pull out the diamonds Eonian writings of def rhyme titans Survinylist's crew, subterrestrial craftsmen From layers below with celestial anthems Lighting the game like a chest full of lanterns Mining terrain for the rest of the champions Under the underground Under the underground Under the underground Under the underground I was born in the clinic of Dr. SP We surfed the sneakernet before he got a SD I did a PhD in Ctrl-C and V Couldn't fly free like a rouge FPV Met ill fellas with philosophical prestige Spitting sick syllables with tricky similes Staying sharp to pierce through n rush the RZ I'm campin in the booth like it's an RV This here's for misfits amidst the fickle sycophants Intense, off the fence, we against the consensus For scoffing populace fraught with fogged senses We invent sentences condensed to convince What's the intention, forgot to mention Dissent from reprehensible condescension We vent from stretched lungs Direct extension of redemptive comprehension