Keep It Underground

作曲 : Marlon Williams/kelly/Al-Terik Wardick

Underground

Keep it underground

Keep keep it underground [x6]

I have an underground contract

(With who?)

My music

To freak it, freak it, and it like they used ta

So here it is, the real for the rugged

And let ? say, "I wonder how he does it?"

Well, say and simple

I wreck an instrumental

And ring your damn ear drums as if I was a cymbal

Like RING

Watch the Do It All do his thing

I might pack the verse but the verse won't sing

See, now I'm off my rock

I think I need a doc

But I don't need a camera unless they take me pop

So, um, dig it

Watch the Jersey boy, um, kick it

And unplug this jam if you're feelin' kind of timid

So here we go

Long live the flow

And I know you hear the rap with 'em

Catch me at a show

And um

Get down, no matter how it sounds

The Lords, The Lords

You gotta keep it underground

Keep it underground

Keep keep it underground [x6]

Check it check it uugh

Watch me make it funky for your town

Check check check it out

Watch me check check my style

I stink

People think I sleep with a skunk

Cause I open up my throat

Then I give you all the funk

All you rappers on my tip

You know you need to get off

You try to disrespect me

I try to knock your head off

So get ready for the real hard rhymer

Save the drama

I'm eatin' other rappers like Jeffery Dahmer

You get two smacks for thinkin' I'm a new jack

Like Kid Capri said, "The joke is on you jack!"

Cause if another steps to the bad brother

I strike you like your father, word to the mother

You suckers might as well get lost

Cause I'm the boss

You'll catch a three piece, with biscuits and extra sauce

This time around

I caught you with your pants down

Now pull your drawers up

And keep it underground

Keep it underground

Keep keep it underground [x6]

Mr. Funkee have to get hard on this record

To show you I can even switch styles and still wreck it

The Lords Of The Underground

The ones who hold the crown

Whoever told you we was wack

Really didn't know what they was talkin' bout

You're jealous of my crew

The news is that you're sweatin' me

Get off my tip and find something else to do

Now come on now, how you figure?

If Marley didn't think that we was shit

Then I guess we wouldn't be here b***h

And you can even check my album, All G Funk

Leave a bunch of girls singin', talkin' bout ohh la la ohh la la

But some of these rappers are DEAD WRONG

Pick up their albums

And you hear somebody sing on every other song

So let it come from your heart

And let it flow through your veins

And the streets

Will definitely scream your name

Peace to the Ice Cube and peace to the Kool G

You only get your props if you come from beneath

Now the Hit Squad GETS PROPS

And um, Cypress Hill GETS PROPS

And um, PM Dawn DOES NOT

Now um, Naughty By Nature GETS PROPS

And The Geto Boys GETS PROPS

But Me Phi Me DOES NOT

Now back to the sound

The wrecks your whole town

And like the jam says

KEEP IT UNDERGROUND

Keep it underground

Keep keep it underground [x6]