YTCracker - Underground Sewer lyrics

[Verse 1] Underground rhyming I follow the cadence timing At five and a quarter fivin' a disk and a modem drive and A fan, heat-sink, northbridge and a mouse pad I know that since I gone and lived near NORAD Predispositioned to a mission of fun A little make it rain baby in the name of the sun A little make it rain baby under the earth Straight through to the earth core underground turf war Its the birth of the new movement improvement Assume that I'm leaking the phat tracks like coolant Park your amusement and do that six flags capture Hackers get on the Internet and speak on the rapture Second coming of the Spam God and damn God Space got us flying high underground but in the sky High five for the cat five And a phat drive and a quarter of weed [Hook] Underground sewer Spamtec the manure Spamtec running through a buncha fakes Underground sewer YTCracker gonna do ya YTCracker one and twoll set you straight Underground sewer Spamtec the manure Spamtec running through a buncha fakes Underground sewer YTCracker gonna do ya YTCracker one and twoll set you straight [Verse 2] Encode transmissions for my soldiers below For my people at the end of time ground control Major Tom got the hydro bomb Barack Drobama - I'm high so I pause like a comma Tick-tock Yea I'm still high on Barack Dear Mr. President its evident I'm ape sh** So let me fill you in on my mission statement I'm a time-traveling dabbling spammer man Phantom menace diagnosed on the beaches of Venice Got the info shorty so just holla at p. nis Science office of the starship I am a chemist Yea I save lives with the physics Yea I save lives with my underground tribe Never die I'm a legend on earth and in heaven A step in the right direction (change) [Repeat Hook] [Verse 3] Can't nann nary a soul argue That the bots ain't trying to starve you That the bots ain't forced you to race on the bike course Bots ain't controlled your life In the future I've seen bots rule supreme If you can rule the bots you can get that cream Get that gil spam a couple of mil From ya underground base tucked into the hill Can't nann nary a soul argue That the bots ain't trying to starve you That the bots ain't forced you to race on the bike course Bots ain't controlled your life In the future I've seen bots rule supreme If you can rule the bots you can get that cream Get that gil spam a couple of mil From ya underground base tucked into the hill [Repeat hook x3]