This is a song about "Underground rap"

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

The underground will dumb it down, revenge will come around,

Come around the real underground then expect the results,

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Was king of the underground, but i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

I was battling my way from the underground

I just spit my game out

Was king of the underground

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

On top of the world but underground