Mr. Bozack - Underground lyrics

[Hook: repeat 4X] Comin straight from the underground {*echoes*} [Erick Sermon] As I pump up a brand new funk swing And bring back the chill or thrill from B.B. King Old-fashioned, is the way that I be waxin A MC - I bust a grill, and the reaction I check, inspect, make sure the head's wrecked {*CRUNCH*} Snap a neck for some live effects A machine, malfunctioning, that's mean I "Stay Together" my man like Al Green I'm a slayer, the E-R-I-C-K and I'm back To attack a punk chump, that ain't sayin jack Boom, I'm buckwild when I'm stoned I close, only one eye like a cyclone So I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone Jump into my Benz that's outlined in chrome I'm the grand, royal MC I'm no joke I hit like a Phillie, Blunt when it's toked I smoke, an MC well done, he gets done I'm knockin out whack MC's like Michael Nunn Full power, one punch crunch, I'm throwin bolos I'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo I'm packed when it's time to get down Cause Erick Sermon's comin straight from the underground [Hook] [Parrish Smith] Okie dokie; my mind gets slow-pokey when I toke the pull From a Phillie Blunt and I hope me Olde Gold is cold when I pop the cap Take a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack Cause I'm too smooth, paid my dues and can't lose I'm "Top Gun," pullin b**hes like Tom Cruise And my main man, D-Wade, still gets paid And in the off-season, we vacate in the shade So all hail the Mary, crack the Moet Blast the boombox, then act like George and Jet-son Cause my style, similar to Tae Kwon Do But aiyyo, I don't kick or throw stars this brother flows To the funk track, with 808 drops for props No type of druggin or thuggin, DT's or cops I say, no to blow, yes to sess, and I suggest You put a buck on lotto, and if you win you should invest On the new grill +Bill+ cause I rock +Nunn+ until The fat lady sings, or Brooklyn starts to ill But there's a fat chance, with the brother bistro Cause I'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo 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 That I choose to squeeze when a brother bucks wild One slug to the head, mafioso style You catch a universal beat down with sounds that pound Watch yourself son, I'm comin straight from the underground [Erick Sermon] I'm comin straight from the underground {*2X*} Straight from the underground One-two in the house, Hit Squad