Everybody rapping and talkin′ bout nothin'
Make mine a mic and a mind made manLyrics that resonate till you nod- understand?
Enough of the tough talk but kill the dance pop
What the heck ever happened to the real hip hop?
I′m guilty as sin for turnin my back on conscience
Responsible for killing the culture, to be honest
The foundation's have all been torn down
The old school cats have all been worn down
So I aim to step up and attempt to be flawless
And make good music like my name was Rawkus
A black thought that's mos def a black star
Learned it from my uncle while spitting in back yards
Mixed in with kids just to battle for fun
And realized from then that I was so in love
I used to love her, homie, and I still do
I am hip-hop, homie, how bout you?
Peace pulls the plug on the peoples pride
So it was no surprise that the hip-hop died
No conflict or cause were in these words
Just money, movement and getting the girls
Well my life′s not a video, it′s a drawn story
Pain and pleasure mixed with failure and glory
So I made a rap song before you could suggest
That I lost touch at doing what I do best
This break street boy feels oh so lovely
Writing a words worth song not dipped in money
Don't sweeten my voice- mess with my levels
Let it rock for my hip-hop demons and devils
Can′t bling bling
I'm the mainstream dream
Can′t bling bling
I'm the mainstream dream
Can′t bling bling
I'm the mainstream dream
Stay cool
Be the underground king
Stay-Stay cool
Be the underground king
Stay-Stay cool
Be the under ground king
Can't bling bling
Can′t-Can′t bling bling
I'm underground king
Underground king
To prove my point you wanna battle bring it on
We don′t have to wait, we can just cut off the whole song
Pull the instrumental out and go a cappella
Just to show you that I still got ya fella
I'm a hip-hop head and a hardcore lifer
Get up outta bed and headed straight for the cipher
Swig a bottle, coddle my girl get back to writing
Getting no mercy like a modern day Viking
Written spitten, hittin any different word
Nouns go downs the sounds out come a verb
Mic Versys for a reason, the name is complex
Like rap but also basic in context
It′s time we got back to letting the music speak
Or meet certain doom with no immortal technique
And if we lose the sales, the girls, and the money life
It doesn't matter, we just need two turntables and one mic
Can′t bling bling
I'm the mainstream dream
Can't bling bling
I′m the mainstream dream
Can′t bling bling
I'm the mainstream dream
Stay cool
Be the underground king
Stay-Stay cool
Be the underground king
Stay-Stay cool
Be the under ground king
Can′t bling bling
Can't-Can′t bling bling
I'm underground king
Underground king
Can′t bling bling
I'm the mainstream dream
Can't bling bling
I′m the mainstream dream
Can′t bling bling
I'm the mainstream dream
Stay cool
Be the underground king
Stay-Stay cool
Be the underground king
Stay-Stay cool
Be the under ground king
Can′t bling bling
Can't-Can′t bling bling
I'm underground king
Underground king
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