[SOS]
Word to the holes on my socks and my nose full of snot
I got dope flows for shows but got no one to watch
I got no dough for clothes but got hoes on my jock
But they don`t know I`m broke cause I told em I`m not
Yo... Who said underground ain`t supposed to be hot?
I remember spinnin` records back before people stopped
Now they spinnin CDs they download and get props
Livin life for the ice like their soul`s on the rocks
But ... down here shows we know how to rock
And on wax WE RAP FOR FOOD like the old one we dropped
Look at me! I been eatin Cherios out the box!
I`m so skinny I get lost in my clothes when I walk!
But ... if you relate, press record on ya box
Grab a pack of ramen noodles, let it boil in a pot
And if you been here before you know not to talk
Cause I love the underground. It`s the road to the top
[Superstition]
It`s just another story from the independent penniless
My D&D studio`s a multitrack minidisk
I`m bankrupt for life and past due on all my loans
Got these bill collectors trying to reach me through studio phones
How can I stress less these damn fools be calling Freshchest
Saying they gone put a freeze on my next test press
Got an 97 BMW you might say it`s fresh
I got it brand new and I ain`t made a single payment yet
Be damn if they ass`ll get it as long as I`m athletic
But with the Bad Luck I got Seven Years Of bad credit
If you see me wit` a TV in the back of my car
Don`t get twisted and start thinking I`mma spectacular star
I got a TV in the front too it`s packed in the car
I`m taking it to da pawn shop but I won`t be back for it tomorrow
I got a ton of bills sittin here just chillin for at least a week
One day maybe I`ll turn`em into Pete Rock beat CD`s.
[Chorus]
Everyday stuck `tween a rock and a hardplace (It`s that nasty filthy underground)
So many obstacles making my heart race (It`s that nasty filthy underground)
It`s that nasty filthy underground
That naaaasty, filthy underground
[Cashmere the Pro]
Now, which of you dude`s a vet?
When I could drop a double LP from a duel cassette
No MIDI to sport for... when I`m bringing the water
I get the vocals straight off the tape of my Mini Recorder
In your city, with a label budget of 450
Empty Oatmeal box, for a kick that`s so gritty
A jansport with cds in it
With turntables on a floor model with the TV in it
You ain`t all that cause you can afford DATs
I got more wraps than Claus packs when rollin four tracks
And I can only bag beats if them joints is mad cheap
Record right into the headphones - son that shit sounds mad street!
Yall take the PC way, let ya CD`s play
I rock a 120 Minute TDK
Hey! Looking for a way to the hype
Welcome to the underground! Shit, that`s just a day in the life
[Deacon the Villain]
Rents due, in less than 2 weeks now
Label`s calling, claiming they loving my street sound
(They on the west coast!) iIm thinking I`m pacific sea bound
Days passed, now they`re saying that they`ll catch me on the rebound
Next day at my job, clock in and my boss watches
Making sure that I properly stack boxes
The tick-tock on the clock seems to be moving in slo-mo
Waiting on 4-so I can go home and work on my promo
I`m writing so many dope songs (but who`s hearing `em)
Deacon hits the open mics (but who`s cheerin` him)
Feeling nasty, filthy, or any of those synonyms
Without Me the games the same, I ain`t Eminem
I`m just a broke rapper, southern backpacker
Watchin` all these wack niggaz and all of their cash stackup
So next Thursday when my paycheck is sent
Will it be for that studio time or rent... i don`t know yo
[Chorus]
Everyday stuck `tween a rock and a hardplace (It`s that nasty filthy underground)
So many obstacles making my heart race (It`s that nasty filthy underground)
It`s that nasty filthy underground
That naaaasty, filthy underground
