Madlib - The Underground lyrics

Follow me please at ease Its CAPITOL Pro era You know my f**ing STEEZ Its actual and factual Times 9 cult cla**ic Pad and pen I write with my third eye magic Your lacking Seek and find the divine In my mind I shine and turn back the hands of time Designed to rhyme Lyrical shoot outs with my Smith and Wesson Blessing Your Mic sessions And record my positive aggression Speak Speech Got Arrested for my Development Out of the muck and mire HBO special The rendition of the wire no priors Who wanna ramp with me? I'm crazy I'll create all types of f**ery Lyrical gunshots What the bloodclot? Ramadans and Shobot I fast on n***as Fake beef Red 40 won't stain my teeth I'll bang your head on this hard concrete What kid! Bring the ruckas Bring the motherf**ing ruckas This lyrical dick in your mouth now s** it! Watch when I come You'll see man my lyrical semen I'm a demon believing in my own religion A lyrical heathen until the day I stop breathing I'm beasting Your brain cells plotting your rotten Little do you know I practice the art of snot boxing I'm shiftee Low down dirty and grimy In the underground thats where you'll find me Eating n***as food with Mr.Obese Talk sh** you catch a fat lip and missing teeth Get it right son Its langston not f**ing Keith What!