Underground Wolves

(Fuck the mainstream)

(Undergrounds on the rise)
(Undergrounds on the rise)

I'm from the underground and they consider me a king
Madchild i grab the mic and i spit proper
Coz Imma' cold blooded killer call me chopper

They emulate whats popular
Watch them with binoculars
I am staying far away because i am way to talkative

I love putting words together on a real rhythm
Magic serpent how i love to spit surrealism
Anybody stepping up i fucking deal with them
I make my money making art that's a real living

When it comes to using gimmicks I'm a real cynic
I don't care if shit if working for you I will not mimic

Lyrically I'm Popey after cracking open cans of spinach

Ah oh beware of the little monster
Connan a bar bar barian i will conquer

Silver tongue devil i devour with these chompers
Stomping on a racist piece of shit like Rompa Stompa
Teeth of a crocodile brain of a demon
Think the underground will ever die your fucking dreaming

Put your fist up for the underground
Put your fist up for the underground
Put your fist up for the underground
We spitting real fucking lyrics
We taking ova
Gimmie' Crown

Put your fist up for the underground
Put your fist up for the underground
Put your fist up for the underground
We spitting real fucking lyrics
We taking ova
Gimmie Crown

You a slave to the system a social media slut
You behave like a victim but never see it as such

I display what I'm feeling concealing what i been plotting
Conforming is not an option i really don't give a fuck

I speak from my hear and my hear has become blackened
More than metaphors my thoughts become actions

Ironically I'm an anomaly I rather die standing up
Than get fucked horizontally

Niggas want to take my flow that fine
Murder anybody trying to cross that line
Couple motherfuckers try to take my shine
Never let it go escape my mind

I ain't bout to let a hater waste my time
Imma' lay my head any place i find
Imma' set it clear and embrace my rhyme
You can take a look just in case I'm lying

I'm sick of politicking to rappers who swallow dick
And they claim to love the game but they lame on polish diction

They all sounding the same
But they said it they rhyming different
Stand down or stand alone but they all following gimmicks

Put your fist up for the underground
Put your fist up for the underground
Put your fist up for the underground
We spitting real fucking lyrics
We taking ova
Gimmie Crown

Put your fist up for the underground
Put your fist up for the underground
Put your fist up for the underground
We spitting real fucking lyrics
We taking ova
Gimmie Crown

A raven dawning like the sword of a demigod
Bleeding orchids in tha storm of a nebula
Vengeance crawling thru the core of my retina
Contorted orphans of a morbid hysteria

Walking the darkest corners the path to your mental cornea
Dive in the eye of Odin ignite like the gods have spoken
Awoken a potent motion to impose all them posers
Tie a knot and ill slip it around their crotch to exhibit

A revelation of this fabricated snake Pitt
Ninja said it
They bite necks like count tres
(Vlad yes)

Impale heads in the kingdom of fake Shakespearean poets
This spear is timeless tongue will take your life in a moment

You see this crown made of blood sweat and tears
Woven years, broken fears, loyal ears, and the skulls of my enemies

My words command the oceans like lunar convulsions
Overthrow opposing shoguns I'm tha emperor's Golden sage

Watching the age of an infinite page
Look at your face in a digital cage
Locked in a prison of wireless chains
Soon they'll be living inside of your brain

Quantum mechanics we balance the static the underground atoms
Will shatter your planet
I chant to the infinite love of a goddess
I'm born a shamanic lost son of Atlantis

I like to mix the elements and watch it fuckin' blow
When I'm in I'm innocent like kiddies on the pope
Suck a dick with etiquette your presidents a whore
Tell the queen I'm into it lets guillotine em all

Tell these motherfukers that I'm packing the Gattie
The baddie is a manic an addict semantic insane
Innovative when i hit em automatic a savage is sadic
I'm stacking the bodies to salvage the game

9 times out of 10 I try to provide you the win
Turn a blind eye to the mainstream
Cut to the gangrene they don't want a mind full of sin

Obviously everybody want a fame but ain't really tripping
Not gon' say nobody get up on ma face
Always hit a person with a cane
Everybody always get in running like a rats in a race

Nigga face it
When i see you n shit you don't got to become so evasive
Blood ah from the matrix mopping the floor with them drops
And pop up better show and get wasted

I could just taste it
Push the right button get the knife cutting like I'm Jason
And I'm spose to be at the bar all night
With the straight jacket no chasing
No patience
Kill everybody on your level no hesitation
I done wage war with the mainstream
And Got name dates and locations
Notations

I have it up to here walking back and forth pacing
And i really don't wanna be kind i spend all my time
With the mind racing
Temptation

Tell me ready to kill i murder hurt em with the verbals
And constantly contemplating kill or jumping niggas like a hurdle
Got pain written on my face they might be twenty deep but I'm down
Better check when you bring your neck
And have respect for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground
Put your fist up for the underground
Put your fist up for the underground
We spitting real fucking lyrics
We taking ova
Gimmie Crown

Put your fist up for the underground
Put your fist up for the underground
Put your fist up for the underground
We spitting real fucking lyrics
We taking ova
Gimmie Crown