Orinoco - Stuck In The Underground lyrics

Verse 1: Yo run home and close the blinds My words go like drowned sailors as they flow through your mind This was not gods plan me, myself and I chose to rhyme In my right is the Mic While my left hand grabs your vertebrae and closes on your spine Volcanoes, tornadoes and natural disasters I'm part of them all Enough time wasting lets find a bar to brawl I'll attack My foes In dark clothes While my face is painted red and black Like Darth maul When my brain was in a tsunami and I got writers block I ate up other emcees and found me some food for thought I'm not the baddest on earth but at the very least I'm evil I'll morph into a zombie and feast on obese people I'll hit my explosive metal Against your Mobile pedal Explode your car And send your soul on the road to the stars No gangster I don't pack a pistol But I do pack a fistful Of knives that will leave you looking like a sacrificial You can't describe me with any combination of adjectives I was always the coolest mountain ranges above the baddest kids A little tune to let out the tantrum Chorus: This is your typical psychopath anthem The song to get you through your daily obstacles Or to win you a place in your local mental hospital Attack your bullies and throw your fists at them And torture your hostages during ransom Until the day I earn millions of pounds I will be stuck in the underground Verse 2: When I get on the rap beats You end up worshipping me and forgetting your past beliefs On the Mic I turn into a divine legend Rapper's flows I'm reckon In no longer than 5 seconds Taken multiple lives with weapons I invest-in That cave your eyes and chest-in I'm the illest and none are better pound for pound I'll leave you like shergar your corpse will never be found I'll incinerate you on a song Like you were the vietcong Picture us in Vietnam As your k**ed with a bomb Filled with napalm As the polystyrene and benzene melts and spills on your palm And it won't stop till the pain you have felt and your hand is gone The thought of me on a track is more chilling than a natural disaster made slaughter I don't do cigarettes but I'm hot enough to smoke you up like evaporated water I'm so ahead of my time my wife's egg has just created my daughter A lyrical wizard with the rhymes I'm banishin k**ed all the staff when I took a psycho in anger management Every time I rhyme mentally challenged and doubters minds are vanishin Enemy rappers I'm k**en and maimen them There supporters jump out of windows for me like my name is damien A true artist the way I mold and handle the flow You are witnessing in the flesh and heartlessly cold a lyrical Michael angelo Chorus X2