Underground

[Hook] {x2} We can get down {x6} But not too underground [Verse One: Prozack Turner] You know I try to support underground MC's from east to west I bought a lot of tapes on the streets, some of them were fresh But in this process I purchased a lot more garbage Cause "underground" now-a-days means "undeveloped" and "not polished" These independent artists to quote unquote "keep it real" I think they oughta keep it skilled, still I give this kid five bucks, test my luck Support this young buck but when I get home it sucks so bad I wanna take it back to the kid and snap his neck just like a pencil He'll tell me his style is "underground" or worse than that, "experimental" Now I'm all for taking this hip hop thing to the next level But if you wanna be that underground, drop the mic and pick up a shovel [Marc Stretch] You know I try, to support the underground from coast to coast Pay my fee, then once again see, I'm burnt like toast What hurts the most is that these kids think they show rock Cause hoes jock They know not, that those don't give a damn about they flows They think the crowd's open but they don't peep the action yo The fact is, they paid five bucks to be a part of your fashion show Realize, you're dealing with hypocrites and liars At the store passed up your tape but tonight they'll pass you fliers [Hook] [Verse Two: Natural Fact] Underground Not incomplete, incomplete Not underground but in reality, what it really be is commercial free Natural to the F to the A.C.T Much love to all of those inside an outside the industry Who be keeping we alive with this uprising tribal vibe We listening Revisiting a place and time Where a man functions at one with his mind's eye At the door reads "occupied" In case the vampires dropping by Denied entrance is applied Until verified by not the evil eye But the eagle eye multiplied by five Realize that we live [Hook] [Verse Three: Prozack Turner] Follow me Symbolically hip hop needs to be remodeled See there's termites and the foundations cracked We can't live like that Loose leaking drumming messed up, heaters are broken But still I got more rhymes then they got nail saloons in Oakland I get you open cause my crew's hard like quitting smoking I got thoughts in my mind, deep enough to drown the ocean I'm closing the gap between experimental rap And failed science projects No more donating five dollars out my tiny paycheck I want a DJ to wreck I want production that break necks from bobbing of heads I want an MC to flex with intellect just short on violence Selling records cause he's dope not because of bus stop advertisements [Marc Stretch] Instant fans For you and your man just might suffice Pay the cost to be the boss but the price is nothing nice I'm tired of ten dollar puppet shows Where you erupted those Kids is not in touch with those Ill corrupted flows Taking off your clothes for your new found fans While at the top of your lungs screaming and cussing out the soundman I want an MC to flip I want a DJ to rip I want to go to a show and know that ain't nobody gonna slip I want a team that freak techniques like Luke dancers at the beach Cares less about their fashion and more about they speech So if you ain't gonna add a powerful pair to hip hop's page Do my crew a favor and keep your frame up off the stage