Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Final Underground Song , by - Mr. Len feat. MursRelease date: 26.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Final Underground Song |
| Dirty concrete |
| Sky blue dreams grown |
| Crooked smile with some 501 jeans on |
| Mama I made it look |
| I used to scribble rhymes in my green Power Ranger book |
| Took the bus with the Crips and the pretty boys |
| Now I look plush when I dip through my city boy |
| The yougins crown me an O. G |
| And all the big homies super proud of me |
| The haters, they still mad as fuck |
| It’s our time, just ask Problem and Bad Lucc |
| Fuel efficient thug dipping through the diamond lane |
| Call me «Murs» cause you marks usually rhyme the same |
| Game spitting since way back |
| Still in Inglewood with the 9−6 Cadillac |
| And no I never signed to Battle Axe |
| I built an empire off of spitting these battle raps |
| Take one hand wave that shit in the air |
| And if it’s playing on the radio then we don’t care |
| We living in a world that don’t play fair |
| So if you love the underground let me hear you say «Yeah!» |
| Yeah, now everybody keep your hands up |
| If you know the mainstream can’t stand us |
| It’s our time to stand up |
| Living life free, never sitting in hand cuffs |
| Love it all, trap rap to back pack |
| Listen to Lecrae and jack off to Cat Stacks |
| Now how’s that for conflicted homie? |
| Sick and twisted, I admit we should kick it homie |
| I don’t smoke weed or blow trees |
| Undefeated in my fantasy though in both leagues |
| And fantasy is my reality |
| It ain’t happened yet then that’s just a technicality |
| I manifest my ism |
| Rest in peace to the homies Camu Tao and PRZM |
| And I made my decision |
| So you featherweight fucks get no wins in my division |
| And when I win a Grammy like Pun it’s for la raza |
| A mix between a cholo and a rasta |
| Grew up on good weed with no pops in the casa |
| Third verse is a long time to listen to him |
| Especially when they ain’t saying nothing to get you through 'em |
| The hard times, man they come and go |
| But not the underground dudes like me and One.Be.Lo |
| And now it’s my time to run the show |
| Without Felt or my brother 9th Wonder though |
| No shade, everybody need the sun to grow |
| And my time underground has been wonderful |