Underground - Foreign Legion

We can get down

But not too underground

You know I try to support underground MC’s from east to west

I bought a lot of tapes on the streets, some of them were fresh

But in this process I purchased a lot more garbage

Cause «underground» now-a-days means «undeveloped» and «not polished»

These independent artists to quote unquote «keep it real»

I think they oughta keep it skilled, still

I give this kid five bucks, test my luck

Support this young buck but when I get home it sucks so bad

I wanna take it back to the kid and snap his neck just like a pencil

He’ll tell me his style is «underground» or worse than that, «experimental»

Now I’m all for taking this hip hop thing to the next level

But if you wanna be that underground, drop the mic and pick up a shovel

You know I try, to support the underground from coast to coast

Pay my fee, then once again see, I’m burnt like toast

What hurts the most is that these kids think they show rock

Cause hoes jock

They know not, that those don’t give a damn about they flows

They think the crowd’s open but they don’t peep the action yo

The fact is, they paid five bucks to be a part of your fashion show

Realize, you’re dealing with hypocrites and liars

At the store passed up your tape but tonight they’ll pass you fliers

Underground

Not incomplete, incomplete

Not underground but in reality, what it really be is commercial free

Natural to the F to the A.C.T

Much love to all of those inside an outside the industry

Who be keeping we alive with this uprising tribal vibe

We listening

Revisiting a place and time

Where a man functions at one with his mind’s eye

At the door reads «occupied»

In case the vampires dropping by

Denied entrance is applied

Until verified by not the evil eye

But the eagle eye multiplied by five

Realize that we live

Follow me

Symbolically hip hop needs to be remodeled

See there’s termites and the foundations cracked

We can’t live like that

Loose leaking drumming messed up, heaters are broken

But still I got more rhymes then they got nail saloons in Oakland

I get you open cause my crew’s hard like quitting smoking

I got thoughts in my mind, deep enough to drown the ocean

I’m closing the gap between experimental rap

And failed science projects

No more donating five dollars out my tiny paycheck

I want a DJ to wreck

I want production that break necks from bobbing of heads

I want an MC to flex with intellect just short on violence

Selling records cause he’s dope not because of bus stop advertisements

Instant fans

For you and your man just might suffice

Pay the cost to be the boss but the price is nothing nice

I’m tired of ten dollar puppet shows

Where you erupted those

Kids is not in touch with those

Ill corrupted flows

Taking off your clothes for your new found fans

While at the top of your lungs screaming and cussing out the soundman

I want an MC to flip

I want a DJ to rip

I want to go to a show and know that ain’t nobody gonna slip

I want a team that freak techniques like Luke dancers at the beach

Cares less about their fashion and more about they speech

So if you ain’t gonna add a powerful pair to hip hop’s page

Do my crew a favor and keep your frame up off the stage