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Comin' straight from the underground |
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Comin' straight from the underground |
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I'm comin' straight from the underground |
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Comin' straight from the underground |
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As I pump up a brand new funk swing |
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And bring back the chill of thrill from B.B. King |
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Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a MCI bust a grill, and the reaction I checkInspect, make sure the head's wrecked |
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Snap a neck for some live effects |
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A machine, my functioning, that's meanI stay together, my man, |
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like Al GreenI'm a slayer, the E R I C K and I'm back |
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To attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' JackBoom, |
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I'm buckwild when I'm stonedI close only one eye like a cyclone |
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So I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone |
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Summer to my Benz that's outlined in chromeI'm the Grand Royal MC, |
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I'm no jokeI hit like a Phillie Blunt when it's tokedI smoke, |
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an MC well done, he gets doneI'm knockin' out wack MC's like Michae |
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l NunnFull power, one punch, crunch, I'm throwin' bolosI'm strapped heavy, |
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my handguns that's solo |
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I'm packed when it's time to get down'Cuz Erick Sermon's comin' straight from the UndergroundComin' straight from the undergroundI'm comin' straight from the underground |
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I'm comin' straight from the underground |
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I'm comin' straight from the undergroundOkie dokie, |
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my mind gets slow pokey when I toke theBull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope meOld Gold is cold when I pop the capTake a sip and then blitz, |
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then crack a back with a rhyme sack'Cuz I'm too smooth, |
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pay my dues and can't loseI'm Top Gun pullin' bitches like |
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Tom CruiseAnd my main man, |
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D Wade, still gets paidAnd in the off-season we vacate in the shadeSo all hail the Mary, crack the MoetBlast the boom box, then act like |
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George and Jet, son'Cuz my style, similar to Tae-Kwon-Do, |
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but hey, yoI don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows |
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To the funk track with 808 drops for prop the topOf druggin' or thuggin', |
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D T's or copsI say, "No" |
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to blow and "Yes" |
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to cess and I suggestYou put a buck on Lotto and if you win, |
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you should investIn a new grill, Bill, 'cuz I rock non until |
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The Fat Lady sings, or Brooklyn starts to ill |
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There's a fat chance, with the brother Bistro'Cuz I'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo |
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There's no time to stop, so P keep on steppin'On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon |
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That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wildOne slug to the head, mafioso style |
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You catch a Universal beat down with sounds that pound |
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Watch yourself son, I'm comin' straight from the undergroundI'm comin' straight from the undergroundI'm comin' straight from the underground |
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Straight from the underground |
