Undagroundgoon

[Intro] Chik chika chika chik To the beat rock Bumpy Knuckles (word) Premo, rock, rock on To the beat (This is my shit right there, B) Hardcore, underground Boom bap forever Niggas said your was lazy Preem They bugging Yo [Verse 1] Do y'all really miss hip-hop? (Hell yeah!) Well I miss y'all too Well in fact I miss you so much, here's what I'm gon' do Im'ma lay down a nice barrage of hot bars That equal to the sum of me and the drum Head nod for you haters tryna figure me out Fuck rapping, if you want it, let the triggers be out Cause all this "cool then we beefing then we cool then we beefing Then we cool", shit ain't cool You let corny niggas tell you that your music was wack Then you switch your whole style, now you dressing like that And you acting like that, and you talking like that How we 'spposed to look at you when New York bring it back It's more music for the minds to intake But while intaking it, you misrepresent how we making it This might be deep for you surface ass niggas Stuck on the surface, with no verses with Nobody want to hear your shit no more I'm still underground rocking it raw I'm still an eyesore to MC's I soar, fold to terror, from the Golden Era, mic wars [Bridge: Scratches by DJ Premier] Niggas had their run, now it's time for change When we step in the club, nigga tuck your chain [Verse 2] I'm a beast with the voice projectors Tap beats on your face [?] quick with the jaw connectors Salute to the boom bap beat collectors My lectures over this Preem perfection Flip word like a word flipper, the mic ripper rip mics Show up to shows with bikes While y'all still sucking for a deal And you do a whole tour for some pussy and a meal, and call it real My nigga [?] back with the Alvin and the Chipmunks The fifth dump, and you'll be getting zip from that trip chump This boom bap is like boom bump Yeah it's DJ Premier and the underground goon Bump