A track about how underground I am. Props to Skinny Little Halfcast for the beat (www.soundclick.com/slhstuff)
uk hip hop uk rap hip hop
Lyrics
I’m underground! Playing live at The Lounge,
Only if I had a deal, which has been a dream up till now,
I’m underground! Ya all scream and show me love,
Packed in a club, up on stage and doing drugs,
I’m underground! Signing titties and cd’s,
I’m seedy and right now I’m about to o.d,
I’m underground! Throwing my shirt in the crowd,
Seriously, can’t wait till my mum see’s me,
This is how us underground heads do it,
Instigate a riot that kills the crowd and walk through it,
Who knew it?
That I’d be playing on your speakers,
Other emcee’s chances are low but mine were the bleakest and steepest,
I’m so under mainstream to remember my name,
Your need to play the same song, over and over again,
I’ll make a machine to travel back in past times,
To rewind lives, change history and to warp minds,
I’m ten times stronger than anyone of your rhymes,
And I throw blunt knives at suicide bombers, who bust spines,
I ignore the law, speed limits and traffic lights,
Parking drunk on double yellows, duck out and dodge fines,
I’m so high I’ll stab you in the chest nine times,
Then hide the knife in between the lines of this rhyme, what?
I’m underground! Playing live at The Lounge,
Only if I had a deal, which has been a dream up till now,
I’m underground! Ya all scream and show me love,
Packed in a club, up on stage and doing drugs,
I’m underground! Signing titties and cd’s,
I’m seedy and right now I’m about to o.d,
I’m underground! Throwing my shirt in the crowd,
Seriously, can’t wait till my mum see’s me,
Being in my mind is like being a blind man,
With no hands, walking bare foot on hot sand,
I’ve been mad, more than new couples hold hands,
I’m weird as fuck, instead of walking I handstand,
(So what’s your name) well bitch you can call me Kit,
I smash other emcees cause they can’t spit sick,
I see my competition all as closed toilet lids,
Cause to be honest none of them are showing me shit,
I’m not living, I’m just existing, there’s a difference,
You know the Russian school siege? Well I knew the militant’s,
Ten minutes with me is worth months in therapy,
(look who stepped in the room) that’s right (it’s the legendary!)
Palms sweaty, tight clothes, my backs hairy,
Your all sheep and my alter ego’s name is Mary,
I’m underground! Playing live at The Lounge,
Only if I had a deal, which has been a dream up till now,
I’m underground! Ya all scream and show me love,
Packed in a club, up on stage and doing drugs,
I’m underground! Signing titties and cd’s,
I’m seedy and right now I’m about to o.d,
I’m underground! Throwing my shirt in the crowd,
Seriously, can’t wait till my mum see’s me,
Grab metaphor’s from you head and shove them in my rucksack,
I smoke crack and any other drug that sounds wack,
Smoke weed, fall asleep and get a spasm in my back,
I’ll shake your hand and steal your rings and chain in a flash,
My theory in life is if you blink you miss shit,
That’s why I walk around with two duck taped up eyelids,
Anyone who doesn’t smoke weed makes me suspicious,
Escaped from hospital with blood clots and stitches,
I have no memorised game, a false name but get laid,
No one at this party likes me, but sure I’ll still stay, hey!
I smoke pot until my face droops and head rots,
Fuck Hale Berry with Pierce Brosnan on top,
I can’t stop, so don’t even think to try and stop me,
Punching sand bags until my wrist’s pop like Mohammed Ali,
I’m underground! Playing live at The Lounge,
Only if I had a deal, which has been a dream up till now,
I’m underground! Ya all scream and show me love,
Packed in a club, up on stage and doing drugs,
I’m underground! Signing titties and cd’s,
I’m seedy and right now I’m about to o.d,
I’m underground! Throwing my shirt in the crowd,
Seriously, can’t wait till my mum see’s me,