UnDaGrOuNdGoOn

[Intro] (Chik chika chika chik) To the beat, rock Bumpy Knuckles (Word) Preemo, rock, rock on (To the beat) This is my shit right there, B Hardcore, underground Boom bap forever Niggas said your was lazy, Preem, they bugging Yo [Verse 1] Do y'all really miss Hip-Hop? (Hell yeah!) Well, I miss y'all too Well in fact, I miss you so much, here's what I'm gon' do I'ma lay down a nice barrage of hot bars That equal to the sum of me and the drum Head nod for you haters tryna figure me out Fuck rapping, if you want it, let the triggers be out 'Cause all this "cool, then we beefing, then we cool Then we beefing, then we cool" shit ain't cool You let corny niggas tell you that your music was wack Then you switch your whole style, now you dressing like that And you acting like that, and you talking like that How we 'spposed to look at you when New York bring it back? It's more music for the minds to intake But while intaking it, you misrepresent how we making it This might be deep for you surface ass niggas Stuck on the surface, with no verses When nobody want to hear your shit no more I'm still underground, rocking it raw I'm still an eyesore to MC's I saw fold to terror from the Golden Era mic wars [Break: DJ Premier scratching a Fat Joe sample] "Niggas had their run, now it's time for change" "When we step in the club, nigga, tuck your chain" [Verse 2] I'm a beast with the voice projectors Tap beats on your face meat, quake with the jaw connectors Salute to the boom bap beat collectors My lectures over this Preem perfection Flip word like a word flipper, the mic ripper rip mics Show up to shows with bikes While y'all still sucking for a deal And do a whole tour for some pussy and a meal, and call it real My nigga, back-back, with that Alvin and the Chipmunks The fifth dump, and you'll be getting zipped up for that trip, chump This boom bap is like boom bump Yeah, it's DJ Premier and the underground goon Bump