Underground
• Written by Anonymous
My mind is deep
Six feet to be
Precise but thats the
price to be
Some one like me
So let me see
The price on your head
My shotguns loaded
Watch me show this
Punk and blow this
Motherfuckers head
Right off his shoulders
Your crew aint shit aint nothin but jokers
My crew THE shit all super soldiers
We run the rap game, were the controllers
You an those bitches are our leftovers
Just sittin' around food for the vultures
While we sit around and shape the culture
Cant get much bolder or any older
Thats just how it goes in the natural order.
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