[Verse 1: Pilgrim]
Do you want to get down with the underground sounds
I mean it's been a long time since we heard the bells chime
Look around, get aroused, right the skin stays brown
Through the trials we astound, and the word we expound
It's the gift of the art like the light through the dark
Pray iniquity depart, so the righteous can start to
Chart route the cart, like the song called “Smart”
Still stays the new gangster! We'd like to thank you
For spreading this here faster than a cell cancer
Like b-boy dancers out to hara** yah
The Master retainer, I work with the Versa
We take them on higher, keep giving them fire
[Verse 2: Versatyl]
Do you want to get down with the underground sound
Blast it out surround sound systems all around town
Get the rhythm bumping louder, Verse and the Pill
Set to get it jumping out here, still keep it real
Cos we're like what's the deal? There's people dropping ill
And can't afford no meals, that's truth we've got to spill
This is hip hop, rugged and raw
Pilgrim show them what you got, ‘cause you know they want more
[Verse 3: Pilgrim (Versatyl)]
Like you won a million bucks and the lady you adore
Just dropped you a call, to holla yes boy
So you stroll through the town feeling like the next Don
Until the next dawn, and then you encore
People laying on the floor, others flying offshore
So we spit it hardcore to avoid a world war
Like you heard your pops snore while you snuck out the door
(What do you stand for?) It's hip hop through the pores
[Verse 4: Versatyl]
You know the sport's meant for all, but only few stand tall
Many fall when there's trouble and their backs' against the wall
But we navigate the rubble, hustle through the struggle
Know its mind over muscle, still we bubble like effervescence
Never stressing or forgetting to count our blessings
And we're so behind our bars, you'd think we'd been arrested
But the pen is just a tool that we use to save the weak
And whether red or blue, the Pill is here to grace the beat
[Verse 5: Pilgrim]
From the fullness of the heart, you can hear the mouth speak
Here's your scripture for the week, zeal mystique and please be meek
See we seek to critique, silent waters run deep
Like you cruise a model T, it's antique and obsolete
You can peep the physique still we spit it for the streets
You need a very long sleep if you think you can compete
With the sk**s that we bring and gift that's unique
It's the underground sound you know how they get down
When they boogie all around, found now in Brum town
Funny thing about it, it was given from above
Like you see it in the fog when you running for a jog
Verse and Pill signing out, still spitting one love