Still Underground

[Verse 1] My name is Lowkey and you may know me Volume 1 was a classic, the real recognizes Still the fake don't see, this is my life But I need and J.O.B, I'm in the same old street And still blood, there ain't no peace My pain ball seize, we change dope to see Where this rainbow leads Snake smiling my face with the fake [? ] There's no place that my name won't reach Still I remain Lowkey, to the victim [? ] We try to raise a bar[? ] by doing some diferent things It's seems they shock, we shocking these dudes I spend time reading books and watching the news It's confusing [? ] rap shit ruining my aim Levels I try my best just to remain settled But the irony is easy to see In music I've got an E at my GCSC By then most kids where [? ] released on some weed Only seventeen when I set my feet on the sceene To be this, you've got to do what I've done See what I've seen, love what I've loved Be what I've been When I get past the weed smoke, [? ] music & Girls I remember myself a young boy confused with the world As pissed of kid, N.W.A introduced me to this hip hop shit See not starting writing rhymes just to buy the time I'm finding quite hard to explain what's inside my mind Besides in the early days I was imitating a north or a [? ] That shit sounded irritating [Hook] Now this is what I do for love The music runs deep in my weins I refuse to front This is the future blood Key to the game, volume two For [? ] youths not doing what they told to do I expose the truth anytime I'm in the vocal booth Cause it's disgraceful the way that we're living Blazin and drinking, degrading our women Most man ain't even thinking [Verse 2] Satan Is winning, even saintest savior is sining Pray for your children, we're all slave in the system Tryna change our position Watching the news I see the face of a stranger that's missing We're taking over, it's great britains greatest tradition Still mens act like their to impatient to listen Even you do what you don't, make the decision But don't act like you don't see me, when you see me With your [? ] and selling them you'r CD It's volume 2, one of the phenomenal One of few, chronic of my life Don't watch what the others do I'm deep with this rap To me a Mic. is like a needle to people Thinking on smack I was raised with insane kids, rome [? ] Rave cribs like [? ] and don't take shit Still here trapped in own made tricks I don't take flicks or make movies It's Lowkey a.k.a Wayne Roonie a great lyricist Remain limitles, spitting lyrics I paint pictures with Born with the mind of scarface and a heart of saint nicolas This lyricist puts verses love for the art Listen to these words, cause they come from the heart Apart from this music blod nothing is ours I'm to underground to ever fuck with the charts To hardcore for MTV, but still here like [? ] And MCD so just let me be, let me live Let me spit let me rep this streets Peace to all the Mc's that see and produce their [? ] beats Let's be brief, it's about time that I fulfill these empty dreams