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Comin' straight from the underground tryin' to flip my pimp lamp
Yo, there's no curse in my verse that ass still can't get
Yo, I'm doin' all my best, stand next to the best
Stand next to the Funkyman
Crazy as I get like man, jam it to me now
Lordz of the Underground, rugged props from here to Sing Sing
Grab the microphone, everybody rise the ding-ding
Now to make the noise like boom-bang-bang-pow-pow
Kickin' funky English other MC's don't know how
Plus the Funkyman makes it funky for the masses
Rock for as long as I'm not late for any classes
Many MC's have been out of the hurt list
Just because they refuse to sit back and let me work this
When it comes to throwin' up rhymes, I'm the best 'cause
You don't want no words out the rhymes like a left hook
Used to walk up on me, you can't do nothin' for me
I step on you like corny 'cause your rhymes are just too corny
You drop out like an insect, I'll go out like blackjack
Playin' like the fat man, you'll get ate like Fatback
And here I go and here I go, mustache to stereo
Get paid from this, rollin' 'round like a merry-go
Oh, here I come and here I comes, so don't start to ruck-ruck
All those that do are sure to get ducked
Well, I'm the chief rocker, been stuck like Chewbacca
But it's never empty, got dough like Betty Crocker
I'm on your wave, lips are packed like full of wave
You're chained to my sound, so with music, you're my slave
I'm not a master, just lord of the underground
Correct your systems with funky man and funky sound
So when you see me, like a snail, give me pounds
And don't say nothin' to the crew if you ain't down
It's plain and simple, it's sort of like a cymbal
That I grip the tracks of a Marley instrumental
Some say I'm buggin' and some say I'm straight bugged
It's just the mind of a brother from Low Tuck
My mouth is nasty, so beep me on the radio
Before I say, let me fuck your fuckin' ho
You know I'm crazy from my jam called "Psycho"
So don't take me up 'cause again, I might go
I'm crackin' up, I'm crackin' up, I'm up to bat, G
So step out my way before your death's a mystery
I strictly flip when I slams into the ground
I thought you heard we're the Lordz of the Underground
Come on, Lordz of the Underground (Lordz of the Underground)
Come on, Lordz of the Underground (Lordz of the Underground)
Lordz of the Underground (Lordz of the Underground)
Come on, Lordz of the Underground (Lordz of the Underground)
The Lordz, the Lordz (The Lordz of the Underground)
The Lordz, the Lordz (The Lordz of the Underground)
The Lordz, the Lordz (The Lordz of the Underground)
Low Tuck Locc (Lordz of the Underground)
Well, I'm back from a land where some brothers seldom dwell
It's stuff like this that makes a motherfucker yell
The Underground, the Underground in every U.S. town
My tapes now have stickers 'cause my tongue's profound
I'm not a bad guy, slim, but not a small fry
You wanna test the flex, then come catch a black eye
I'm hittin' hard but not from a boulevard
You haven't guessed why the fuck they call us Lordz
Everybody's rappin' now, tryin' to make a hit
You're all in a tunnel, probably don't know shit
About how do I survive while my survival make you funky
Then give respect for the rhymes that still be chunky
I don't know what's up with you, but yo, I know one thing
Lordz of the Underground are surely here to stay
And just in case you're talkin' about comin' to take my throne
Uh-uh, my brother, you gots to get your own
See, I don't know why in the world a
Slicker think they're tryin' to win
Against the capital F-U-N-K-Y to the M-E-N
With the Low Tuck Locc, watch me check my nuts slow
You're all up in my biz, but I don't know what you want, yo
I won't exaggerate, I try to front like a play
But I got rhymes out the ass and the mic is the Preparation H
So I can set it off and let it off and unleash the smell
Of the Lordz of the Underground
Lordz of the Underground (Lordz of the Underground)
Come on, Lordz of the Underground (Lordz of the Underground)
Lordz of the Underground (Lordz of the Underground)
Lordz of the Underground (Lordz of the Underground)
Come on, Low Tuck Locc (Lordz of the Underground)
The Lordz, the Lordz (The Lordz of the Underground)
Lordz of the Underground (Lordz of the Underground)
Come on, Lordz of the Underground (Lordz of the Underground)
The Lordz, the Lordz (The Lordz of the Underground)
The Lordz, the Lordz (The Lordz of the Underground)
The Lordz of the Underground (Lordz of the Underground)
Lordz of the Underground (Lordz of the Underground)
Lordz of the Underground (Lordz of the Underground)
The Lordz, the Lordz (The Lordz of the Underground)
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