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Song Info
Genre
Peak in subgenre #462
Author
BNF/VitaL
Rights
2006 X[D]
Uploaded
April 07, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:37
Story behind the song
the commercialism in the industry is retarted... go bacc to the way it was...
Lyrics
[Hook]
The underground is here, n we takin it right bacc!
Fucc a mainstream, we ain't doin it like that!
Whutchu kno about rap? Whutchu kno about rap?
Whutchu kno about rap? We know that you're all acts!
The underground is here, n we takin it right bacc!
Fucc a mainstream, we ain't doin it like that!
Whutchu kno about rap? Whutchu kno about rap?
Whutchu kno about rap? We kno all about facts!
[v1 – BNF]
I'm callin out every mainstream wannabe
Claimin that they be totin heat and holdin the streets
Sellin all these acts on wax, and claimin it's all facts
Don't you bitch motha fuckas know that you are destroyin rap
Can't you spit one line without talkin about a grill
Or 'bout how you roll through ya hood, and that ya necks worth a mill
Claiming that your Sleazy, greazy, grimey, and gutter
You've been repeatin the same shit, all that you do is stutter
Scared of me cuz you know that you're not even a lyricist
I'm underground for a reason, you don't wanna be hearin it
Cuz you know that it's realer than anything that you spit
You bitch, deflate ya ego, walk down to the bench and SIT (trick)
[Hook]
[v2 - VitaL]
U think u kno but u got no idea
Man, whutchu relly kno? (Nothin) im makin it clear,
Commercialism’s garbage the underground is here
I’m exploitin ya fear, trapped dyin of sheer,
Defecation mixed whit pure petrifaction,
How u go to the same side I betchu was hatin!
Sit n wait a few years, maybe shed a few tears!
Goin off emotion , but I aint get shot by my peers!
Nah Im all real talk n im doin my thing!
Pullin my string, feelin straight outtah the Ring!
Man, I’m poppin outtah screens like a nightmare’s callin,
If im takin baby steps then ya ass is crawlin!
[Hook]
[v3 – BNF]
I tote hammers with banana clips to damage
A man in red bandanna whose wearin his pants baggy
Look ma, I'ma gangsta, how fuckin hard was that
To say I'm straight thuggin, but homie, that ain't rap
Thats just nonsense, with gratuitous use of ass and titty
Theres no way I'll sell out like Fifty or give cookies to Diddy
I'm an emcee, I don't shoot guns for respect
Instead, I'll grab a mic, and lyrically slice right through ya fuckin neck
How are you gonna claim you're a hustler, you're hard
That four g'z in ya pocket, all you sold was ya car
Bitch stop playin us for the fools, go back to school
Maybe then you'll become somethin more than a fuckin tool (you BITCH)
[Hook Till Fade]
