Anti Radio

True underground original
Anti radio sound individuals
Gathering from all around
Found in the middle show
Look like a miracle sounds like a ritual

Eyes wide shut Five G towers up
I need to get some mushrooms to get my power up
Hanging out in the cut like a butterfly
An unidentified flying saucer
Whenever I hover by never wonder why
It just is what it is
And it'll be justified whenever the poor start eating the rich
Wise guys tells no lies we just plead the fifth
Or sleep with the fish somewhere deep in the abyss
Raising a bloody fist with broken handcuff on my wrist
Banging on walls trying to make it out this gangsta labyrinth
The mathematics is nothing happens on accident
One minute you have a mansion then all you have's a backpack and a tent
Giving up everything you have for lent
Selling all the furniture in your pad for rent
Ladies and gents I would like to present
Some of those old-school underground fundamental elements



Credits
Writer(s): Vernon Bridges
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