🎵 Underground // by EPMD

6 Contributors Underground Lyrics [Chorus] Comin' straight from the underground Comin' straight from the underground I'm comin' straight from the underground Yeah, comin' straight from the underground [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] As I pump up a brand new funk swing And bring back the chill or thrill from B.B. King Old-fashioned is the way that I be waxin' An MC, I bust a grill and the reaction, I check Inspect, make sure the head's wrecked Snap a neck for some live effects A machine malfunctioning, that's mean I stay together, my man, like Al Green I'm a slayer, the E-R-I-C-K and I'm back To attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' jack Boom, I'm buckwild when I'm stoned I close only one eye like a cyclone So I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone Jump into my Benz that's outlined in chrome I'm the grand royal MC, I'm no joke I hit like a Phillie blunt when it's toked I smoke an MC well done, he gets done I'm knockin' out wack MCs like Michael Nunn Full power, one-punch crunch, I'm throwin' bolos I'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo I'm packed when it's time to get down 'Cause Erick Sermon's comin' straight from the underground [Chorus] I'm comin' straight from the underground I'm comin' straight from the underground I'm comin' straight from the underground I'm comin' straight from the underground [Verse 2: Parrish Smith] Okie-dokie, my mind gets slowpokey when I toke the pull From a Phillie blunt and I hope me Olde Gold is cold when I pop the cap Take a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack 'Cause I'm too smooth, paid my dues, and can't lose I'm top gun, pullin' bitches like Tom Cruise And my main man D-Wade still gets paid And on the offseason, we vacate in the shade So all hail the Mary, crack the Moët Blast the boombox, then act like George and jet son 'Cause my style similar to Taekwondo But ayy, yo, I don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows To the funk track, with 808 drops for props No type of druggin' or thuggin', DTs or cops I say no to blow, yes to sess, and I suggest You put a buck on lotto, and if you win, you should invest On a new grill, Bill, 'cause I rock none until The fat lady sings or Brooklyn starts to ill But there's a fat chance with the brother Bistro 'Cause I'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo There's no time to stop, so P keep on steppin' On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon That I choose to squeeze when a brother bucks wild One slug to the head, mafioso style You catch a universal beatdown with sounds that pound Watch yourself, son, I'm comin' straight from the underground [Chorus: Erick Sermon] I'm comin' straight from the underground I'm comin' straight from the underground Straight from the underground [Outro: Erick Sermon] Nofu in the house, Hit Squad Yeah, 99 OP Sewed