the underground

Verse 1: Suffa
We went from spitting jams to fifty fans in a little cramped room
A shoebox you couldnt fit a shoe in to touring
Switzerland with my man in a minivan
Being the man of the minute can happen in a minute man
And its funny, Ive seen buddies that I trust turn away
€˜cause money cant buy you love but it can earn you hate
And none of you gave a **** till the movement went large
Now every crew is making music, every dude has got bars
Now every half ass bar fly up in the bar rhymes
We sit about, spitting ‘bout the dark and the hard times
But got perspective on the fighting for the crowns and such
When we encountered and old pal who had been down on his luck
In some volleys pushing trolleys eating soup from a tin
My girls like golly, man these pollies arent improving a thing
Well swap your worries for some bolly, swap your suit for some wings
And fly with us, we light it up and its a beautiful thing
Chorus:
Weve exploded the underground, they say its gonna happen, the underground
Weve exploded the underground, they say its gonna happen, the underground
Verse 2: Classified
Thats where I started at , the days of Walkmans and starter hats
The open mic nights mastering the art of rap
We man made, underground like an artefact
We dont need to worry when the market crash
Im from the bottom , bottom of new Scotland
Planted all my seeds watered them then watched it blossom
Then they try to tell me over time we'd be forgotten, rotten
Thinking that youre gonna keep me boxed in? Nonsense
Hilltop and Class rock till your noggins nodding
You can walk in my shoes but never fit in my jeans
I do this with no option till my bodys old and rotten and exhausted, keep it going ‘cause Im living my dream
Till the grave well spit the pain and, when it comes to picture painting
We might be the illest rated with the visuals illustrated
Thats ill communication, therapy for life without the rehabilitation, keep waiting Im about to blow up
Chorus:
Weve exploded the underground, they say its gonna happen, the underground
Weve exploded the underground, they say its gonna happen, the underground
Verse 3: Pressure
We about to blow it up, but we all started this as amateur
Carving out a path was a hardship for the traveller
It said that raps a façade, youll never manage it
In these parts, I guess its our scars that give us character
We misfits and slackers, at risk kids or hackers
With a wish list, sick of doing six shifts at Maccas
From listeners to rappers, prestigious to hapless
I dont need a gift to know that this **** is backwards
When done officially another visionary
Will lights the flame, write their name in their sweat, blood and infamy
Its got a symphony, **** the industry, let them come were the ones carving history
So we rhyme for the hurt and poor, hard work and for
International, heard applaud to local suburban tour
Yall gave a purpose for the roar when the curtains draw
Furthermore ask yourself what youre searching for?
Im about to blow up
The underground
Verse 4: Solo
Follow me to a place I like to go
Liner notes are signposts to find that which lies below
Born in eighty eight so I came in late
To find for the first time in life I felt right at home
Through the growing pains and hostile take overs
People trying to put us down like Beethoven
We stayed strong and remained focused
Until they had no other choice but to stand up and take notice
Never thought what I wrote on a page back in the day
Would ever have me catching a plane
Or rapping up on a stage
Staring out at the crowd in amazement
Thinking back on the days when
We were confined to the limitations of the basement
The subterranean kids became the main event
I pay respect to those who spent days laying foundations
Countdown to detonation
Chorus:
Weve exploded the underground, they say its gonna happen, the underground
Weve exploded the underground, they say its gonna happen, the underground