The Underground Lyrics
| Song | The Underground |
| Artist | Hilltop Hoods |
| Album | Drinking From The Sun |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Verse 1: Suffa | |
| We went from spitting jams to fifty fans in a little cramped room | |
| A shoebox you couldn't fit a shoe in to touring | |
| Switzerland with my man in a minivan | |
| Being the man of the minute can happen in a minute man | |
| And it's funny, I've seen buddies that I trust turn away | |
| Âcause money can't buy you love but it can earn you hate | |
| And none of you gave a fuck till the movement went large | |
| Now every crew is making music, every dude has got bars | |
| Now every half ass bar fly up in the bar rhymes | |
| We sit about, spitting âbout the dark and the hard times | |
| But got perspective on the fighting for the crowns and such | |
| When we encountered and old pal who had been down on his luck | |
| In some volleys pushing trolleys eating soup from a tin | |
| My girls like golly, man these pollies aren't improving a thing | |
| Well swap your worries for some bolly, swap your suit for some wings | |
| And fly with us, we light it up and it's a beautiful thing | |
| Chorus: | |
| We've exploded the underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground | |
| We've exploded the underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground | |
| Verse 2: Classified | |
| That's where I started at, the days of Walkman's and starter hats | |
| The open mic nights mastering the art of rap | |
| We man made, underground like an artefact | |
| We don't need to worry when the market crash | |
| I'm from the bottom, bottom of new Scotland | |
| Planted all my seeds watered them then watched it blossom | |
| Then they try to tell me over time we'd be forgotten, rotten | |
| Thinking that you're gonna keep me boxed in? Nonsense | |
| Hilltop and Class rock till your noggins nodding | |
| You can walk in my shoes but never fit in my jeans | |
| I do this with no option till my body's old and rotten and exhausted, keep it going âcause I'm living my dream | |
| Till the grave we'll spit the pain and, when it comes to picture painting | |
| We might be the illest rated with the visuals illustrated | |
| That's ill communication, therapy for life without the rehabilitation, keep waiting I'm about to blow up | |
| Chorus: | |
| We've exploded the underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground | |
| We've exploded the underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground | |
| Verse 3: Pressure | |
| We about to blow it up, but we all started this as amateur | |
| Carving out a path was a hardship for the traveller | |
| It said that raps a façade, you'll never manage it | |
| In these parts, I guess it's our scars that give us character | |
| We misfits and slackers, at risk kids or hackers | |
| With a wish list, sick of doing six shifts at Macca's | |
| From listeners to rappers, prestigious to hapless | |
| I don't need a gift to know that this shit is backwards | |
| When done officially another visionary | |
| Will lights the flame, write their name in their sweat, blood and infamy | |
| It's got a symphony, fuck the industry, let them come we're the ones carving history | |
| So we rhyme for the hurt and poor, hard work and for | |
| International, heard applaud to local suburban tour | |
| Ya'll gave a purpose for the roar when the curtains draw | |
| Furthermore ask yourself what you're searching for? | |
| Im about to blow up | |
| The underground | |
| Verse 4: Solo | |
| Follow me to a place I like to go | |
| Liner notes are signposts to find that which lies below | |
| Born in eighty eight so I came in late | |
| To find for the first time in life I felt right at home | |
| Through the growing pains and hostile take overs | |
| People trying to put us down like Beethoven | |
| We stayed strong and remained focused | |
| Until they had no other choice but to stand up and take notice | |
| Never thought what I wrote on a page back in the day | |
| Would ever have me catching a plane | |
| Or rapping up on a stage | |
| Staring out at the crowd in amazement | |
| Thinking back on the days when | |
| We were confined to the limitations of the basement | |
| The subterranean kids became the main event | |
| I pay respect to those who spent days laying foundations | |
| Countdown to detonation | |
| Chorus: | |
| We've exploded the underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground | |
| We've exploded the underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground |
| Verse 1: Suffa | |
| We went from spitting jams to fifty fans in a little cramped room | |
| A shoebox you couldn' t fit a shoe in to touring | |
| Switzerland with my man in a minivan | |
| Being the man of the minute can happen in a minute man | |
| And it' s funny, I' ve seen buddies that I trust turn away | |
| cause money can' t buy you love but it can earn you hate | |
| And none of you gave a fuck till the movement went large | |
| Now every crew is making music, every dude has got bars | |
| Now every half ass bar fly up in the bar rhymes | |
| We sit about, spitting bout the dark and the hard times | |
| But got perspective on the fighting for the crowns and such | |
| When we encountered and old pal who had been down on his luck | |
| In some volleys pushing trolleys eating soup from a tin | |
| My girls like golly, man these pollies aren' t improving a thing | |
| Well swap your worries for some bolly, swap your suit for some wings | |
| And fly with us, we light it up and it' s a beautiful thing | |
| Chorus: | |
| We' ve exploded the underground, they say it' s gonna happen, the underground | |
| We' ve exploded the underground, they say it' s gonna happen, the underground | |
| Verse 2: Classified | |
| That' s where I started at, the days of Walkman' s and starter hats | |
| The open mic nights mastering the art of rap | |
| We man made, underground like an artefact | |
| We don' t need to worry when the market crash | |
| I' m from the bottom, bottom of new Scotland | |
| Planted all my seeds watered them then watched it blossom | |
| Then they try to tell me over time we' d be forgotten, rotten | |
| Thinking that you' re gonna keep me boxed in? Nonsense | |
| Hilltop and Class rock till your noggins nodding | |
| You can walk in my shoes but never fit in my jeans | |
| I do this with no option till my body' s old and rotten and exhausted, keep it going cause I' m living my dream | |
| Till the grave we' ll spit the pain and, when it comes to picture painting | |
| We might be the illest rated with the visuals illustrated | |
| That' s ill communication, therapy for life without the rehabilitation, keep waiting I' m about to blow up | |
| Chorus: | |
| We' ve exploded the underground, they say it' s gonna happen, the underground | |
| We' ve exploded the underground, they say it' s gonna happen, the underground | |
| Verse 3: Pressure | |
| We about to blow it up, but we all started this as amateur | |
| Carving out a path was a hardship for the traveller | |
| It said that raps a fa ade, you' ll never manage it | |
| In these parts, I guess it' s our scars that give us character | |
| We misfits and slackers, at risk kids or hackers | |
| With a wish list, sick of doing six shifts at Macca' s | |
| From listeners to rappers, prestigious to hapless | |
| I don' t need a gift to know that this shit is backwards | |
| When done officially another visionary | |
| Will lights the flame, write their name in their sweat, blood and infamy | |
| It' s got a symphony, fuck the industry, let them come we' re the ones carving history | |
| So we rhyme for the hurt and poor, hard work and for | |
| International, heard applaud to local suburban tour | |
| Ya' ll gave a purpose for the roar when the curtains draw | |
| Furthermore ask yourself what you' re searching for? | |
| Im about to blow up | |
| The underground | |
| Verse 4: Solo | |
| Follow me to a place I like to go | |
| Liner notes are signposts to find that which lies below | |
| Born in eighty eight so I came in late | |
| To find for the first time in life I felt right at home | |
| Through the growing pains and hostile take overs | |
| People trying to put us down like Beethoven | |
| We stayed strong and remained focused | |
| Until they had no other choice but to stand up and take notice | |
| Never thought what I wrote on a page back in the day | |
| Would ever have me catching a plane | |
| Or rapping up on a stage | |
| Staring out at the crowd in amazement | |
| Thinking back on the days when | |
| We were confined to the limitations of the basement | |
| The subterranean kids became the main event | |
| I pay respect to those who spent days laying foundations | |
| Countdown to detonation | |
| Chorus: | |
| We' ve exploded the underground, they say it' s gonna happen, the underground | |
| We' ve exploded the underground, they say it' s gonna happen, the underground |
| Verse 1: Suffa | |
| We went from spitting jams to fifty fans in a little cramped room | |
| A shoebox you couldn' t fit a shoe in to touring | |
| Switzerland with my man in a minivan | |
| Being the man of the minute can happen in a minute man | |
| And it' s funny, I' ve seen buddies that I trust turn away | |
| cause money can' t buy you love but it can earn you hate | |
| And none of you gave a fuck till the movement went large | |
| Now every crew is making music, every dude has got bars | |
| Now every half ass bar fly up in the bar rhymes | |
| We sit about, spitting bout the dark and the hard times | |
| But got perspective on the fighting for the crowns and such | |
| When we encountered and old pal who had been down on his luck | |
| In some volleys pushing trolleys eating soup from a tin | |
| My girls like golly, man these pollies aren' t improving a thing | |
| Well swap your worries for some bolly, swap your suit for some wings | |
| And fly with us, we light it up and it' s a beautiful thing | |
| Chorus: | |
| We' ve exploded the underground, they say it' s gonna happen, the underground | |
| We' ve exploded the underground, they say it' s gonna happen, the underground | |
| Verse 2: Classified | |
| That' s where I started at, the days of Walkman' s and starter hats | |
| The open mic nights mastering the art of rap | |
| We man made, underground like an artefact | |
| We don' t need to worry when the market crash | |
| I' m from the bottom, bottom of new Scotland | |
| Planted all my seeds watered them then watched it blossom | |
| Then they try to tell me over time we' d be forgotten, rotten | |
| Thinking that you' re gonna keep me boxed in? Nonsense | |
| Hilltop and Class rock till your noggins nodding | |
| You can walk in my shoes but never fit in my jeans | |
| I do this with no option till my body' s old and rotten and exhausted, keep it going cause I' m living my dream | |
| Till the grave we' ll spit the pain and, when it comes to picture painting | |
| We might be the illest rated with the visuals illustrated | |
| That' s ill communication, therapy for life without the rehabilitation, keep waiting I' m about to blow up | |
| Chorus: | |
| We' ve exploded the underground, they say it' s gonna happen, the underground | |
| We' ve exploded the underground, they say it' s gonna happen, the underground | |
| Verse 3: Pressure | |
| We about to blow it up, but we all started this as amateur | |
| Carving out a path was a hardship for the traveller | |
| It said that raps a fa ade, you' ll never manage it | |
| In these parts, I guess it' s our scars that give us character | |
| We misfits and slackers, at risk kids or hackers | |
| With a wish list, sick of doing six shifts at Macca' s | |
| From listeners to rappers, prestigious to hapless | |
| I don' t need a gift to know that this shit is backwards | |
| When done officially another visionary | |
| Will lights the flame, write their name in their sweat, blood and infamy | |
| It' s got a symphony, fuck the industry, let them come we' re the ones carving history | |
| So we rhyme for the hurt and poor, hard work and for | |
| International, heard applaud to local suburban tour | |
| Ya' ll gave a purpose for the roar when the curtains draw | |
| Furthermore ask yourself what you' re searching for? | |
| Im about to blow up | |
| The underground | |
| Verse 4: Solo | |
| Follow me to a place I like to go | |
| Liner notes are signposts to find that which lies below | |
| Born in eighty eight so I came in late | |
| To find for the first time in life I felt right at home | |
| Through the growing pains and hostile take overs | |
| People trying to put us down like Beethoven | |
| We stayed strong and remained focused | |
| Until they had no other choice but to stand up and take notice | |
| Never thought what I wrote on a page back in the day | |
| Would ever have me catching a plane | |
| Or rapping up on a stage | |
| Staring out at the crowd in amazement | |
| Thinking back on the days when | |
| We were confined to the limitations of the basement | |
| The subterranean kids became the main event | |
| I pay respect to those who spent days laying foundations | |
| Countdown to detonation | |
| Chorus: | |
| We' ve exploded the underground, they say it' s gonna happen, the underground | |
| We' ve exploded the underground, they say it' s gonna happen, the underground |
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