In a
time filled with rhymes,
we force minds to climb
Way up above all that bullshit you love
Keeping your soul intact with the rap
It's
Underworld,
Underworld, 96 fat
In a time filled with rhymes,
we force minds
to climb
Way up above all that bullshit you love
Keepin' your soul intact with the wrath
It's
Underworld,
Underworld 96, fat
They couldn't see me,
so I entered right before their eyes
Passed the people dancing to
the cuts where I reside
Spied the tightest girl,
but I knew she'd never notice
A man on stage grabs the mic,
so I took my focus
Oh, this is a show, it kinda sucks
Kinda fucks the purpose,
I'm paying if it's worthless
A circus full of circles,
three rings of jerks
Who'll tell them that the week come,
boss won't please speak
I'm seeking out the beat,
but all I find is imitation
Rhyme assimilation,
at times I'm in for wasting
Racing around the club,
searching for some type of meaning
Receiving shit is real,
it's the only one it's seeming though
Feeding for the hip -hop,
cause I love this shit to death
And until the day I die,
keeping honest in the
West
Not astonished nor impressed
by developments or letdowns
Ex pect the unexpected,
never would I set bounds
I sweat clowns for sounds
that aren't fresh though
The end of world is here,
so motherfuck where the rest go
In a time filled with rhymes we
force minds to climb
Way up above all that bullshit you love
Keeping your soul intact with the rap
It's
Underworld,
Underworld, 96
Fat
In a time filled with rhymes
we force minds to climb
Way up above all that bullshit you love
Keeping your soul intact with the rap
It's
Underworld,
Underworld, 96
Fat
I stay up late writin',
enticed when the beat hits the one
Thoughts go through my mind like,
boy, my life is fun
From the sun up to down,
the sounds I imagine
One day I'll get it right, and in this period
of laggin'
Draggin' on like my dreams
in my cape
There's so much of
an impact I could make
If I could only bear the weight
Don't fear the great coming
and studying how it is
There's hella shit to take
and yet hella left to give
I live my life unconfined,
still it's hard to find my place
The look of determination,
it occupies my face
And I knock you guys to space
with my lyrics if you let me
The eyeball of my race,
so how could you forget me?
Forget me not,
I got my rhymes up in your grill
My words will be ef fective even
if I'm standing still
Demanded will if you must,
I bust over fresh shit
One with my music on this motherfuck
in' wet shit
In a time filled with rhymes
we force minds to climb
Way up above all that bullshit you love
Keeping your soul intact with a rap
It's
Underworld,
Underworld, 96
Fat
In a time filled with rhymes
we force minds to climb
Way up above all that bullshit you love
Keeping your soul intact with a rap
It's
Underworld,
Underworld, 96
Fat
And it's like that
In a time, filled with hel la rhyme
In a time, we force your mind to climb
In this time, in
this time,
in this time
We force minds to climb
I'm way up above
the
with the
96