Tier On3 - Underground (Feat. Cerebral) lyrics

Verse 1- (Tier On3) You gotta be my friend by acting safe My devil comes alive at rapid rates Dude I'm begging to be on your ratchet tape Get on this beat I'm taking shots and fapping straight Incinerated bars in acid rain Try to keep up with my scattered pace Even bird has to bring me down after cla** Like we need a white kid in rapping games Bones in my closet with my narcotics Depict my rawness by my harmonics My punch lines are backed up by hydraulics Strange squadron aiming at the sky fallen Nail his coffin with a dying solvent Rappers can't realize that i'm talking Sent you a link to my video and Your like oh yeah man its so psychotic It's so dope its so sick I need a diagnosis Doc says its not normal To have my tongue and throat singed Take away the natural pain By burning lines upon the ocean Pen strokes I jot a phrase With bursting wine & devils poison Don't come up to me and congratulate When your fans don't have to evaluate Time and money that I collaborate You don't know what it means to a**a**inate You try to bring me down a place All ya doing is charging round my hate Its giving me absolute power Stating that some day I'm gonna eradicate Chorus- 1 I hear voices in my head in my head Should i stay alive or drop dead or drop dead Lay with fear low in my bed in my bed They're coming after me again All these Voices in my head They try to kick me down kick me down But they won't succeed When i'm mixing 20 sounds I expect to be confound be confound I'm burning up with holy vengeance Time to lay em underground Verse 2- (Tier On3) I made a couple tweaks to woo her I chose to put in new work This new me Tier On3 Raise hell out through the roof burst I had to make a couple changes Studied up and comprehend up new words I gotta speed it up on my own process Make a comp disc so I can get out the hot pit So on the first try I can bomb this I feel complete by being on your top list Go to party and drink up with a hot b**h But its not what I should really talk about Pause and shout, rock the crowd Don't go to your road and walk around Pick up the phone and call your wife and kids You never know when the cops will sound You have no idea what a budgets bout It's a hard life when you gotta s** it out Dig my own grave with my own couplet vows Gods verbals please don't touch it now All the sins equal Sobriety Integrated with Natural Substance wow Non-fictional facts are clearer now Right at you from a mirrors frown Different music tasting Keeping us apart with segregation Haters are a part of delegations Go to mock me in my education Knock your wig off like a decoration But with a Bic point penetration All of my souls gloomy deformation Will pay off in the haters booing desperation's Chorus- 2 Bridge- (Tier On3) In this game I'm not worried about fitting in the fame I'm here to do me and intend to be dipping in the strange If I'm going down you go down with me and the pain And if that don't make sense heres another theory from the brain Verse 3- (Cerebral) Yep another theory from the mind And a next a thing of ecstasy It shivers up your spine In time You'll take those words you spoke to spite me And wake up pissed one day because you've grown to be just like me These devils horns just might be A burning lonely crown A fallen angel loses faith The day he hits the ground A halo on his head but soon The devil he would speak Forever wicked shepard Wandered lost among the sheep The air is going stagnant Your arrogance deceased The heir is so apparent The beast was underneath Become I double dare you Or stay a crooked thief Consume the apparition Sanity then ceased to be My mind goes heavenly While my eyes teem ebany And my voice bleeds serenity And the chords release the hell in me Now my severity Mixed with better clarity Would undergo Drastic transformation now I'm breaking in the afterglow I bleed music and I'm drowning in the reverie Turn it up burn it down k**er track every-time Chorus- 3