1st verse:
it seems to me mainstream
Only sells shit ta gay teens
Who need shock therepy
And vagi-clean
Spare me seriously
a rapper should lead fearless
Spearin the hero that queerest
A Gladiator who rapes neighbores
And awakes slaves for labor
A savors the shit
No favors or gifts from the wicked
its not a misprint
when misfits imprinted
within ‘em by the sick
inflicted twists in our minds
tryin dyer to find the reason behind
why the blind define they’re rhymes
as a sign of triumph
while we refine a billion times
the lines we imply as designs
its assanine right so we’ll
unite as the shadows of the night
and we’ll fight till light to be Unique
and when we speak we’ll seek ta leak
quantum leaps
like greek philosophys
possibly
across the seas like anthologies
the proficies of all who reach
ta be prodogies
you teenie boppers wont live ta see
the proper legacy these mc’s free
willingly cuz it aint about money greed
or any of the bullshit inbetween the scene
we appear searing as the sun
pure fear enter ears
as we summon our thunderous tounges
start our minds racin
runnin through the slums
son
Like were marchin through london
Or somethin
your function
is nothin
in the United states of corruption
2nd verse:
Underground was born
Ready ta storm
Aheada the norm
The dealiest swarm
Was forlorn ta torment
‘n form an assortment
of torcherous enforcement
one source sent…a home abortion kit
to prevent another 50 cent
from being present
I was made to premeditate hate
‘n elevate what you lack
Exterminate the fake
‘n take rap back to its true habitat
I got a pack
Ready ta head ta TRL with a bat
‘n make Carson Daily shit his pants
cuz mimes….flow better in hand signs
than most these bands lines
we should ban rhymes
played like bandi
but check it
the average reck the shit
us savages
we disrespect what you’ve collected
and redirect it so its effective
we bury the ordinary
like were the sons of carrey
we marry our vocals
so we can leave smoke holes
in the fags that smoke poles
I guess were hopefull
Cuz skills an immaculate attachment
so when were strapped wit it
your chances of survival are slim
and I probebly should mention
your better off suicidal
then steppin
hook:
Mr. Incredible
I’m on another level
Fuck my sound bein sell-able
I’m Underground like the devil
