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SINGER: Underground Rise
SONG:The Knack
Verse 1 propaganda well it’s the most open minded, take it back rewind it. search and ancient text to find a truer bottom line its switched to different language, then masterin’ the slang spit phrase to give praise to born, died and raised you’re losin’ your crew wishin a brusin at your choosin’ jah gave us favor and flavor at crowd movin’ still rhyme wit’ open hands in real time i’m here turn off the internet to here some live intellect. the underground ain’t there no more, still they ask me where is your loyalty in realness or fake but bro wait before your mouth dispellin’ know what you tellin cuz underground’s a mind frame and now-a- days it’s sellin the real never change what they came to say and do but yal call um fake when they try to feed their crew their own sons and daughters are starvin’ at your will cuz if they sell to much you say they ain’t keepin’ it real? Hook we found the knack and the meaning of being a tunnel rat so i know my position vision is clear to everybody here if you too can see then say me (me) we (we) (x2) Verse 2 griffin grab the notepad drag a verse out of my dome lock it in a cage sentenced to a life with out home make my thoughts known with every stroke depicting my pain/ and let not the glitter of pop determine my game/ i’m fresh cause i say, not cause the zeros that come with my pay/ griff has (ever since this culture took hold of my brain)/ stood in the shadows, with the rest of the ones in exile/ focusing on the roots and development of the best styles/ feet planted in deep standing for strong delivery/ shifting my aim to those who’re opposing my people’s liberty/ what now, your whole crew fronted until they met me/ slept until the this son crept slowly but evidently/ this under ground brotha wit anger ragin for changing/ won’t compromise the ground laid only to build a nation/ we’ll free ya mind humble the mumbling nemesis/ play the wall till them cornballs exit the premises Hook Verse 3 drastik aint nuttin new to me, step with my nines every time and opportunity i get, keep a new breed cassette in the deck cuz only true mc move me with inner che energy like bruce lee, my rep is to brutally reck, cute mc that steps, they usually get swept in sets of two or three, excuse me while i let empty my uzi on the enemy's kingdom, every mc screaming for freedom like chewi, in the movie moving at light speed don't lose me only trues be inscribed in my loose sleeve note book, cousin no hook just spillage, boston the village i pillage with three other horse men chilling on washington ave, i'm washed in the blood bath of the lamb you know not who i am, dras t.i.c. son of the one true living
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