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