From Tha Ground Unda - Mad Flava

So it looks like you’re going to be in the record business

You think it’s a pretty good idea?

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Ya know, not for myself of course and other guys I’m singing with

And because of our plans, in the future

Ya know, for the group and the things we wanna do

(Cold Chris)

Pick it up, freak it

Peep and get a look-a

Chris be comin' off like clothes on a hooker

A mad motha' you can’t change

Into the game, other kids sound lame

And it’s a god damn shame

Inject 'em dissect 'em?

come back?

roughneck with no sweat

Handled together it’s a tough bet

I’m here to turn the track out

Never on the back out

Chris be going off like lights in a blackout

Leavin' other fools singing the blues

Ooooo, at the bottom of the river wearing cement shoes

From tha ground unda, the gutter style strutter

Mad butter, rappin' like a mother

Flippin' the flash brass do grass on a quick?

Check, 'cause I’m catching more effect than a car crash

Kickin' that dope reach

To bring the boom like thunder

Straight from tha ground unda

(Hook)

From tha ground

From tha ground unda

From tha ground

From tha ground unda

From tha ground

From tha ground unda

From tha ground

From tha ground unda

Biggity-back?

Thinkin' about my style

Like most people think about greetin'

Than um, getting busy, busier than a bumble bee

And mumble-jumble'n but never fumble’n

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me and the lady and?

?

to the early?

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never gonna miss your chance to shoot the Christmas gift

More swift than a rattlesnake

I’m thinkin' that that might take

Much more serum than your average model’ll make

Of an emcee or should I say master

Of ceremony mic controller, the holder

I told ya I was serious, but you made me furious

But thinkin' that you could handle it

But you know I’m getting deep

And about to go much deeper

So let loose let the juice the freestyle millimeter

That ya puff like a?

now you rough and rugged wonder

Hype Dawg and Mad Flava from the freakin' ground unda

(Hook)

The split streeter takin' you deeper and deeper

I roll like reefer when I flow to blow your chump’s speaker

The soul freaker, called Cripsy the name

I go with the flame because my flow is like butane

Fire!

The roughneck for hire

Every urge desire

As I kick it liver than a wire

The flowa, the overthrowa, the swinging punker

The blunter, kicking more game than a punter

Ready as I’ve ever been

Strong as Excedrin

If I had to battle 2 emcees I’d double-header it

Now let me tell the tale of the rugged roughneck

Comin' rugged from the set, comin' out of Dallas Tex

Catch the suplex, now who wanna step next

The pile driver and ain’t nobody’s style liver

Now get the picture?

I hit you like a top-gunna

It’s Mad Flava comin' up from tha ground unda

(Hook)

(Rakim sample)

You’ll sink into the rhyme like quicksand

You’ll sink into the rhyme like quicksand

You’ll sink into the rhyme like quicksand

You’ll sink into the rhyme like quicksand

You’ll sink into the rhyme like quicksand

You’ll sink into the rhyme like quicksand

You’ll sink into the rhyme like quicksand

You’ll sink into the rhyme like quicksand

You’ll sink into the rhyme like quicksand

You’ll sink into the rhyme like quicksand