Nowadays

[Verse One: Evidence] Yo, live from my laboratory Lock my documents Collab with JS-1, across the continent Confidence, blow your shit to no tomorrow kid We cold hearted, but instead of borrow, give I used to live a little different from the rest Like instead of guard your grill, better guard your chest Knock outs, see blue, greens and reds Internal bleeding like Sweden in hospital beds Understand the fact, understand the difference A lot of shit ain't hot, you might fit the description Print this, back drop nucleus Turns on apex, blowers with nitrous Dilated squad super charge flows This year fuck a jab, time to upper cut foes Pick you mic up like the weapon you chose And let off, till all competition is froze Dilated [Scratch Hook] "Now a days it's the ways of the underground" - Artifacts 'Come On Wit The Getdown' "Bring it back that ole New York rap" - KRS-One 'Bring It Back' "The underground" "Ground Original" - Tonedeff "New York City" - C-Rayz Walz [Verse Two: C-Rayz Walz] Your pessimistic flows have no chance of stopping this Right before my Prime I guess I'm in my Optimus The spiritual who conduct lyrical rituals are limited in numbers Among physical individuals who slumber Rehearse your nervous nurseries won't raise your dead poem I represent the underground sound like Chud with headphones Spit in your face, make my statements clear My Chinese astrology leaves me stuck in the Basement Year Extract the fear, get the facts clear, I swear You pussies ain't been fresh since your last pap smear (yeah) The Evidence is here to enhance your petty sight JS (One!) still nice with his hands like Jerry Rice I don't need to end the verse in punctuation just pump the bass in And watch my posse jump in and punch your face in I'm saying, I'll become another memory to y'all A legend in the hood with my name on the walls because... [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: Pep Love] You know your nigga Pep get Love When I tunnel through the underground like Dig Dug Making black noise Mental food, crude black oil For you over emotional cats that lack poise Go through your b-boy convulsion as we keep coasting Super duper fly on a natural high posting We bout to bring that real rap thrill back The zest and the zeal that you mass appeal cats can feel Threaten when we get energetic and set it And soothe you with this musical sedative I breathe life into the beat and let it live My raps are rhetoric when the shit get competitive For the love of my peeps and dope beats I'ma keep it copacetic for my folks in the streets As the all eye seeing earthquakes the ground JS be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed [Scratch Hook]