(feat. Cashmere the Pro, Superstition)



[SOS]

Word to the holes on my socks and my nose full of snot

I got dope flows for shows but got no one to watch

I got no dough for clothes but got hoes on my jock

But they don't know I'm broke cause I told em I'm not

Yo... Who said underground ain't supposed to be hot?

I remember spinnin' records back before people stopped

Now they spinnin CDs they download and get props

Livin life for the ice like their soul's on the rocks

But ... down here shows we know how to rock

And on wax WE RAP FOR FOOD like the old one we dropped

Look at me! I been eatin Cherios out the box!

I'm so skinny I get lost in my clothes when I walk!

But ... if you relate, press record on ya box

Grab a pack of ramen noodles, let it boil in a pot

And if you been here before you know not to talk

Cause I love the underground. It's the road to the top



[Superstition]

It's just another story from the independent penniless

My D&D studio's a multitrack minidisk

I'm bankrupt for life and past due on all my loans

Got these bill collectors trying to reach me through studio phones

How can I stress less these damn fools be calling Freshchest

Saying they gone put a freeze on my next test press

Got an 97 BMW you might say it's fresh

I got it brand new and I ain't made a single payment yet

Be damn if they ass'll get it as long as I'm athletic

But with the Bad Luck I got Seven Years Of bad credit

If you see me wit' a TV in the back of my car

Don't get twisted and start thinking I'mma spectacular star

I got a TV in the front too it's packed in the car

I'm taking it to da pawn shop but I won't be back for it tomorrow

I got a ton of bills sittin here just chillin for at least a week

One day maybe I'll turn'em into Pete Rock beat CD's.



[Chorus]

Everyday stuck 'tween a rock and a hardplace (It's that nasty filthy underground)

So many obstacles making my heart race (It's that nasty filthy underground)

It's that nasty filthy underground

That naaaasty, filthy underground



[Cashmere the Pro]

Now, which of you dude's a vet?

When I could drop a double LP from a duel cassette

No MIDI to sport for... when I'm bringing the water

I get the vocals straight off the tape of my Mini Recorder

In your city, with a label budget of 450

Empty Oatmeal box, for a kick that's so gritty

A jansport with cds in it

With turntables on a floor model with the TV in it

You ain't all that cause you can afford DATs

I got more wraps than Claus packs when rollin four tracks

And I can only bag beats if them joints is mad cheap

Record right into the headphones - son that shit sounds mad street!

Yall take the PC way, let ya CD's play

I rock a 120 Minute TDK

Hey! Looking for a way to the hype

"Welcome to the underground!" Shit, that's just a day in the life



[Deacon the Villain]

Rents due, in less than 2 weeks now

Label's calling, claiming they loving my street sound

(They on the west coast!) iIm thinking I'm pacific sea bound

Days passed, now they're saying that they'll catch me on the rebound

Next day at my job, clock in and my boss watches

Making sure that I properly stack boxes

The tick-tock on the clock seems to be moving in slo-mo

Waiting on 4-so I can go home and work on my promo

I'm writing so many dope songs (but who's hearing 'em)

Deacon hits the open mics (but who's cheerin' him)

Feeling nasty, filthy, or any of those synonyms

"Without Me" the games the same, I ain't Eminem

I'm just a broke rapper, southern backpacker

Watchin' all these wack niggaz and all of their cash stackup

So next Thursday when my paycheck is sent

Will it be for that studio time or rent... i don't know yo



[Chorus]

Everyday stuck 'tween a rock and a hardplace (It's that nasty filthy underground)

So many obstacles making my heart race (It's that nasty filthy underground)

It's that nasty filthy underground

That naaaasty, filthy underground