[Hook] {x2}
We can get down {x6}
But not too underground
[Verse One: Prozack Turner]
You know I try to support underground MC's from east to west
I bought a lot of tapes on the streets, some of them were fresh
But in this process I purchased a lot more garbage
Cause "underground" now-a-days means "undeveloped" and "not polished"
These independent artists to quote unquote "keep it real"
I think they oughta keep it sk**ed, still
I give this kid five bucks, test my luck
Support this young buck but when I get home it s**s so bad
I wanna take it back to the kid and snap his neck just like a pencil
He'll tell me his style is "underground" or worse than that, "experimental"
Now I'm all for taking this hip hop thing to the next level
But if you wanna be that underground, drop the mic and pick up a shovel
[Marc Stretch]
You know I try, to support the underground from coast to coast
Pay my fee, then once again see, I'm burnt like toast
What hurts the most is that these kids think they show rock
Cause hoes jock
They know not, that those don't give a damn about they flows
They think the crowd's open but they don't peep the action yo
The fact is, they paid five bucks to be a part of your fashion show
Realize, you're dealing with hypocrites and liars
At the store pa**ed up your tape but tonight they'll pa** you fliers
[Hook]
[Verse Two: Natural Fact]
Underground
Not incomplete, incomplete
Not underground but in reality, what it really be is commercial free
Natural to the F to the A.C.T
Much love to all of those inside an outside the industry
Who be keeping we alive with this uprising tribal vibe
We listening
Revisiting a place and time
Where a man functions at one with his mind's eye
At the door reads "occupied"
In case the vampires dropping by
Denied entrance is applied
Until verified by not the evil eye
But the eagle eye multiplied by five
Realize that we live
[Hook]
[Verse Three: Prozack Turner]
Follow me
Symbolically hip hop needs to be remodeled
See there's termites and the foundations cracked
We can't live like that
Loose leaking drumming messed up, heaters are broken
But still I got more rhymes then they got nail saloons in Oakland
I get you open cause my crew's hard like quitting smoking
I got thoughts in my mind, deep enough to drown the ocean
I'm closing the gap between experimental rap
And failed science projects
No more donating five dollars out my tiny paycheck
I want a DJ to wreck
I want production that break necks from bobbing of heads
I want an MC to flex with intellect just short on violence
Selling records cause he's dope not because of bus stop advertisements
[Marc Stretch]
Instant fans
For you and your man just might suffice
Pay the cost to be the boss but the price is nothing nice
I'm tired of ten dollar puppet shows
Where you erupted those
Kids is not in touch with those
Ill corrupted flows
Taking off your clothes for your new found fans
While at the top of your lungs screaming and cussing out the soundman
I want an MC to flip
I want a DJ to rip
I want to go to a show and know that ain't nobody gonna slip
I want a team that freak techniques like Luke dancers at the beach
Cares less about their fashion and more about they speech
So if you ain't gonna add a powerful pair to hip hop's page
Do my crew a favor and keep your frame up off the stage