Hip Hop, the everlasting battle between Mainstream and Underground
underground hip hop, poetry, spoken word, rooted on philosophy, and battle rhymes
I am a solo lyricist in the Seattle area trying to make waves outside of Washington. I do spoken word, battle rhymes, and elaborate on philisphical topics, religion, etc.
Story behind the song
Everybody talking about whats better, Underground or Mainstream. And how most want the same things.
Lyrics
I used to love the underground until I found the truth.
Half of them is underground because they haven’t paid dues.
And once they pay they dues they go looking for the check,
And that’s about the time I take ‘em out the tape deck.
I used to love ‘em, but now I hate ‘em, I used
To think that they was tight but my, was I mistaken.
Cause they was all about the cream, regardless of the fact
That they had none in the past doesn’t change the aftermath.
Did the reason for the treason always be in they believing?
Or did it surface with the purpose to bring birth to brighter seasons.
Honestly the obvious is ironically the facts,
They eat from the plates they despise on they tracks.
Now that’s wack, regardless of how you paint the picture,
You’re fakin your religion just because you read the scripture
Why the realest of the real don’t even care about the cream
If it comes, let it come, and if it don’t let it be.
I really lack the time to try to focus on the hate
And discuss the right and wrongs of other people’s mistakes.
Cause I got too much on my mind, like tryin to turn heads,
And change the public’s image of how they view our culture instead.
And I ain’t never gonna do that, unless I hit the charts,
But the charts don’t play a part when I start to make the art.
And that’s the truth, so let me speak about it. I’m not for
Or against the green, I just don’t think about it.
I walk a thin line, somewhere in between
The middle of the scene if you know what I mean
To nice for underground, to real for Pop-forty
You better think twice on what you’re supporting.
I walk a thin line, somewhere in between
The middle of the scene if you know what I mean
To nice for underground, to real for Pop-forty
You better think twice on what you’re supporting.
I used to also be down, with the popular sound,
From cities to small towns, Top 40 to underground,
There was no distinction, no separation of the facts,
It was white or black, you either could rap, or sounded wack.
I never gave a fuck about the topic of tracks,
From platinum plaques to poppin caps, as long as it’s fat
Than I was down to listen, and bob my head to the beat,
Battle rap, scratch, pop lock, and break to the beat.
But than the shape shifted, from artistic designs
To the construction of a song specific for dollar signs
I stopped believing in the rhymes of people I idolized
Cause the reason for creation was treason I realized
And what’s wrong with the beats that be coming out now
It ain’t ’88, lose the 808’s and Casio sound,
And ½ of you can’t even come up with a track on your own
You sample everything from rock and roll to cellular tones,
And them topics is old, it’s all the same, and so funny,
Either “All about the Bitches”, or “All about the money!”
