Versatyl & Pilgrim - Underground Sound lyrics

[Verse 1: Pilgrim] Do you want to get down with the underground sounds I mean it's been a long time since we heard the bells chime Look around, get aroused, right the skin stays brown Through the trials we astound, and the word we expound It's the gift of the art like the light through the dark Pray iniquity depart, so the righteous can start to Chart route the cart, like the song called “Smart” Still stays the new gangster! We'd like to thank you For spreading this here faster than a cell cancer Like b-boy dancers out to hara** yah The Master retainer, I work with the Versa We take them on higher, keep giving them fire [Verse 2: Versatyl] Do you want to get down with the underground sound Blast it out surround sound systems all around town Get the rhythm bumping louder, Verse and the Pill Set to get it jumping out here, still keep it real Cos we're like what's the deal? There's people dropping ill And can't afford no meals, that's truth we've got to spill This is hip hop, rugged and raw Pilgrim show them what you got, ‘cause you know they want more [Verse 3: Pilgrim (Versatyl)] Like you won a million bucks and the lady you adore Just dropped you a call, to holla yes boy So you stroll through the town feeling like the next Don Until the next dawn, and then you encore People laying on the floor, others flying offshore So we spit it hardcore to avoid a world war Like you heard your pops snore while you snuck out the door (What do you stand for?) It's hip hop through the pores [Verse 4: Versatyl] You know the sport's meant for all, but only few stand tall Many fall when there's trouble and their backs' against the wall But we navigate the rubble, hustle through the struggle Know its mind over muscle, still we bubble like effervescence Never stressing or forgetting to count our blessings And we're so behind our bars, you'd think we'd been arrested But the pen is just a tool that we use to save the weak And whether red or blue, the Pill is here to grace the beat [Verse 5: Pilgrim] From the fullness of the heart, you can hear the mouth speak Here's your scripture for the week, zeal mystique and please be meek See we seek to critique, silent waters run deep Like you cruise a model T, it's antique and obsolete You can peep the physique still we spit it for the streets You need a very long sleep if you think you can compete With the sk**s that we bring and gift that's unique It's the underground sound you know how they get down When they boogie all around, found now in Brum town Funny thing about it, it was given from above Like you see it in the fog when you running for a jog Verse and Pill signing out, still spitting one love