Underground Lyrics
| Song | Underground |
| Artist | EPMD |
| Album | Business as Usual |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Comin' straight from the underground | |
| Comin' straight from the underground | |
| I'm comin' straight from the underground | |
| Comin' straight from the underground | |
| As I pump up a brand new funk swing | |
| And bring back the chill of thrill from B.B. King | |
| Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a MCI bust a grill, and the reaction I checkInspect, make sure the head's wrecked | |
| Snap a neck for some live effects | |
| A machine, my functioning, that's meanI stay together, my man, | |
| like Al GreenI'm a slayer, the E R I C K and I'm back | |
| To attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' JackBoom, | |
| I'm buckwild when I'm stonedI close only one eye like a cyclone | |
| So I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone | |
| Summer to my Benz that's outlined in chromeI'm the Grand Royal MC, | |
| I'm no jokeI hit like a Phillie Blunt when it's tokedI smoke, | |
| an MC well done, he gets doneI'm knockin' out wack MC's like Michae | |
| l NunnFull power, one punch, crunch, I'm throwin' bolosI'm strapped heavy, | |
| my handguns that's solo | |
| I'm packed when it's time to get down'Cuz Erick Sermon's comin' straight from the UndergroundComin' straight from the undergroundI'm comin' straight from the underground | |
| I'm comin' straight from the underground | |
| I'm comin' straight from the undergroundOkie dokie, | |
| my mind gets slow pokey when I toke theBull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope meOld Gold is cold when I pop the capTake a sip and then blitz, | |
| then crack a back with a rhyme sack'Cuz I'm too smooth, | |
| pay my dues and can't loseI'm Top Gun pullin' bitches like | |
| Tom CruiseAnd my main man, | |
| D Wade, still gets paidAnd in the off-season we vacate in the shadeSo all hail the Mary, crack the MoetBlast the boom box, then act like | |
| George and Jet, son'Cuz my style, similar to Tae-Kwon-Do, | |
| but hey, yoI don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows | |
| To the funk track with 808 drops for prop the topOf druggin' or thuggin', | |
| D T's or copsI say, "No" | |
| to blow and "Yes" | |
| to cess and I suggestYou put a buck on Lotto and if you win, | |
| you should investIn a new grill, Bill, 'cuz I rock non until | |
| The Fat Lady sings, or Brooklyn starts to ill | |
| There's a fat chance, with the brother Bistro'Cuz I'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo | |
| There's no time to stop, so P keep on steppin'On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon | |
| That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wildOne slug to the head, mafioso style | |
| You catch a Universal beat down with sounds that pound | |
| Watch yourself son, I'm comin' straight from the undergroundI'm comin' straight from the undergroundI'm comin' straight from the underground | |
| Straight from the underground |
| Comin' straight from the underground | |
| Comin' straight from the underground | |
| I' m comin' straight from the underground | |
| Comin' straight from the underground | |
| As I pump up a brand new funk swing | |
| And bring back the chill of thrill from B. B. King | |
| Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a MCI bust a grill, and the reaction I checkInspect, make sure the head' s wrecked | |
| Snap a neck for some live effects | |
| A machine, my functioning, that' s meanI stay together, my man, | |
| like Al GreenI' m a slayer, the E R I C K and I' m back | |
| To attack a punk chump that ain' t sayin' JackBoom, | |
| I' m buckwild when I' m stonedI close only one eye like a cyclone | |
| So I throw on my black shades that' s rhinestone | |
| Summer to my Benz that' s outlined in chromeI' m the Grand Royal MC, | |
| I' m no jokeI hit like a Phillie Blunt when it' s tokedI smoke, | |
| an MC well done, he gets doneI' m knockin' out wack MC' s like Michae | |
| l NunnFull power, one punch, crunch, I' m throwin' bolosI' m strapped heavy, | |
| my handguns that' s solo | |
| I' m packed when it' s time to get down' Cuz Erick Sermon' s comin' straight from the UndergroundComin' straight from the undergroundI' m comin' straight from the underground | |
| I' m comin' straight from the underground | |
| I' m comin' straight from the undergroundOkie dokie, | |
| my mind gets slow pokey when I toke theBull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope meOld Gold is cold when I pop the capTake a sip and then blitz, | |
| then crack a back with a rhyme sack' Cuz I' m too smooth, | |
| pay my dues and can' t loseI' m Top Gun pullin' bitches like | |
| Tom CruiseAnd my main man, | |
| D Wade, still gets paidAnd in the offseason we vacate in the shadeSo all hail the Mary, crack the MoetBlast the boom box, then act like | |
| George and Jet, son' Cuz my style, similar to TaeKwonDo, | |
| but hey, yoI don' t kick or throw stars, this brother flows | |
| To the funk track with 808 drops for prop the topOf druggin' or thuggin', | |
| D T' s or copsI say, " No" | |
| to blow and " Yes" | |
| to cess and I suggestYou put a buck on Lotto and if you win, | |
| you should investIn a new grill, Bill, ' cuz I rock non until | |
| The Fat Lady sings, or Brooklyn starts to ill | |
| There' s a fat chance, with the brother Bistro' Cuz I' m the master of the quadraverb and the echo | |
| There' s no time to stop, so P keep on steppin' On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon | |
| That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wildOne slug to the head, mafioso style | |
| You catch a Universal beat down with sounds that pound | |
| Watch yourself son, I' m comin' straight from the undergroundI' m comin' straight from the undergroundI' m comin' straight from the underground | |
| Straight from the underground |
| Comin' straight from the underground | |
| Comin' straight from the underground | |
| I' m comin' straight from the underground | |
| Comin' straight from the underground | |
| As I pump up a brand new funk swing | |
| And bring back the chill of thrill from B. B. King | |
| Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a MCI bust a grill, and the reaction I checkInspect, make sure the head' s wrecked | |
| Snap a neck for some live effects | |
| A machine, my functioning, that' s meanI stay together, my man, | |
| like Al GreenI' m a slayer, the E R I C K and I' m back | |
| To attack a punk chump that ain' t sayin' JackBoom, | |
| I' m buckwild when I' m stonedI close only one eye like a cyclone | |
| So I throw on my black shades that' s rhinestone | |
| Summer to my Benz that' s outlined in chromeI' m the Grand Royal MC, | |
| I' m no jokeI hit like a Phillie Blunt when it' s tokedI smoke, | |
| an MC well done, he gets doneI' m knockin' out wack MC' s like Michae | |
| l NunnFull power, one punch, crunch, I' m throwin' bolosI' m strapped heavy, | |
| my handguns that' s solo | |
| I' m packed when it' s time to get down' Cuz Erick Sermon' s comin' straight from the UndergroundComin' straight from the undergroundI' m comin' straight from the underground | |
| I' m comin' straight from the underground | |
| I' m comin' straight from the undergroundOkie dokie, | |
| my mind gets slow pokey when I toke theBull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope meOld Gold is cold when I pop the capTake a sip and then blitz, | |
| then crack a back with a rhyme sack' Cuz I' m too smooth, | |
| pay my dues and can' t loseI' m Top Gun pullin' bitches like | |
| Tom CruiseAnd my main man, | |
| D Wade, still gets paidAnd in the offseason we vacate in the shadeSo all hail the Mary, crack the MoetBlast the boom box, then act like | |
| George and Jet, son' Cuz my style, similar to TaeKwonDo, | |
| but hey, yoI don' t kick or throw stars, this brother flows | |
| To the funk track with 808 drops for prop the topOf druggin' or thuggin', | |
| D T' s or copsI say, " No" | |
| to blow and " Yes" | |
| to cess and I suggestYou put a buck on Lotto and if you win, | |
| you should investIn a new grill, Bill, ' cuz I rock non until | |
| The Fat Lady sings, or Brooklyn starts to ill | |
| There' s a fat chance, with the brother Bistro' Cuz I' m the master of the quadraverb and the echo | |
| There' s no time to stop, so P keep on steppin' On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon | |
| That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wildOne slug to the head, mafioso style | |
| You catch a Universal beat down with sounds that pound | |
| Watch yourself son, I' m comin' straight from the undergroundI' m comin' straight from the undergroundI' m comin' straight from the underground | |
| Straight from the underground |
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