Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song True Underground, artist - Tunnel RatsDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
True Underground |
| I reproduce the truth — I reinvent the wheel |
| I introduce the youth to music |
| Beautiful gift to uplift for those who would choose it |
| I refuse to abuse the ears of my peers |
| I’m enthused by those crew’s who don’t bow down to fear |
| Year after year |
| I pour out the very essence of my soul it unfolds in the form of a literary |
| work of art |
| My motto is ignore the charts |
| 'Cause I stop the music to hear God whisper in the wind |
| I’m wishing I could be a kid again |
| But still got the fire of a New Breed |
| I bleed for what I believe |
| I wanna be rich |
| But I can’t concede |
| And man I want to make hits but I can’t believe |
| What they sayin it’s gon take to make it in this industry |
| Many a man in this ministry has fallen from his calling |
| Due to that all purpose burning desire for ballin but |
| I forfeit diamonds and gold |
| Just to share with the world the greatest story ever told and if that makes me |
| underground then so be it |
| I’m free from it |
| I don’t need it |
| I proceed with an army of soldiers marchin to the drum |
| I represent the Lord and I represent where I’m from |
| Not for radio (the beats the rhymes) |
| Not for video (the streets the heart) |
| Fighting for the freedom of the underground (I spoke the truth when nobody else |
| would) |
| I can’t sell my soul (the truth the word) |
| I can’t lose my sound (the love the art) |
| Fighting for the freedom of the underground (I spoke the truth when nobody else |
| would) |
| It’s been too many years to stop now how you gonna claim you underground, |
| I ain’t seen you around I don’t recognize your face but i recognize you style |
| I heard yours before but it’s only ½ as raw you hear that knock at your door |
| the fatal response to all your little questions and taunts, you can test if you |
| want but my ankles are anchored 20 feet deep i ain’t as soft as you thought |
| homey, now peep we stay in touch with the streets we stay in touch with the |
| beats we keep on touchin the weak cause they got nothin we need and when we |
| exchange heat, we only bleed when we gotta bleed every man must concede you |
| can’t conceive what we gotta see all my clientele is hurtin' going through Hell |
| and in the true underground you gotta know that turf well |
| Not for radio (the beats the rhymes) |
| Not for video (the streets the heart) |
| Fighting for the freedom of the underground (I spoke the truth when nobody else |
| would) |
| I can’t sell my soul (the truth the word) |
| I can’t lose my sound (the love the art) |
| Fighting for the freedom of the underground (I spoke the truth when nobody else |
| would) |