Undergroud

[Produced By Navie D]

[Intro:]F-f-f-for the underground

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]

What you looking at?

I'm with the Crooklyn pack

Don't front, we brought Brooklyn back

You know where my lines is, where the hookers at

One punchline outshine 'em 'fore I show 'em where the hook is at

Where you at?

Pro Era info, you could book us at

We snot-noses don't forget

Where the boogers at

Brown skin, curly hair, tell 'em J Boog is back

I be too brick

Insane in the membrane from the empire

But I keep my mind in the pen state

******s wanna know how I keep my pen straight?Damn straight

How they trying to bite off of my template

Based off they sentences

That ain't got good Penmanship

That get you clapped like an assembly

And that's all that I was sent to say

Let's get a offer 'fore SOPA try to censor me

They provoked an immenser, intenser me

******s thought they could relax but look tense to me

That's all that I was sent to say

Let's get a offer 'fore SOPA try to censor me

They provoked an immenser, intenser me

******s thought they could relax but look tense to me

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]

I walk around Harlem blocks, pockets full of knots

******s try to jock cause I smoke the best pot

Road trips, I let my young chick rock

Hold the work for a ****** slide at the rest stop

Hungry like a ****** fresh out

Sippin' medicated punch, somewhere decked out

Scribble my name, "X" your name out

****** off me, turpentine to get the stain out

****** my name ring bells from Wellington to Belgium

You get your passport stamped seldom

****** around, kids you're welcome

Washed 'em up before the bell rung

****** your premonitions, my proposition to the opposition

Is get down and lay down or pop up missin'

George Kush, when it's war, I'm firin'

Money on your head, ******, change your mind

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T]

Hey, let me ride, woah

Let me rap a taste

We cut them corners like stoners 'til they evaporate

I had to break, no longer dancing by the rhythm of

Plunder searching of suckers smoke ****** it, I had to kill them, you know

******s ain't ******' with Cinematic

Half of these ******s ain't even average

How is it the word classic gets tossed around

But ****** them critics, I do this ****** here for the underground

Bubble hotter than molten lava that burn their summer down

Itty bitty tittie sucker, where them hoes you claim you ******g

All up on my jock again, I get around like Pac and 'em

Slamming sushi roll ties with teriyaki paint

I chop stick her dim sum enter the dragon

Sho 'nough, locusts, the grasshoppers is plenty

They peep my technique, but can never ever beat the sensei

Shogun, try me ******, I know some, word to Sant

I crush their vertebraes, my verbal plate can weigh a ton

Elephant been in the room

They can't decipher for the life of many biters that challenge us, how we still consume

Cyphers of so many writers unlike us are surely doomed

A king remembered in time, I thought you knew