Underground

Comin' straight from the underground

Comin' straight from the underground

I'm comin' straight from the underground

Comin' straight from the undergroundAs I pump up a brand new funk swing

And bring back the chill of thrill from B.B. King

Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a MC

I bust a grill, and the reaction I checkInspect, make sure the head's wrecked

Snap a neck for some live effects

A machine, my functioning, that's mean

I stay together, my man, like Al GreenI'm a slayer, the E R I C K and I'm back

To attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' Jack

Boom, I'm buckwild when I'm stonedI close only one eye like a cyclone

So I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone

Summer to my Benz that's outlined in chrome

I'm the Grand Royal MC, I'm no jokeI hit like a Phillie Blunt when it's toked

I smoke, an MC well done, he gets done

I'm knockin' out wack MC's like Michael Nunn

Full power, one punch, crunch, I'm throwin' bolosI'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo

I'm packed when it's time to get down

'Cuz Erick Sermon's comin' straight from the UndergroundComin' straight from the underground

I'm comin' straight from the underground

I'm comin' straight from the underground

I'm comin' straight from the undergroundOkie dokie, my mind gets slow pokey when I toke the

Bull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope me

Old Gold is cold when I pop the cap

Take a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack'Cuz I'm too smooth, pay my dues and can't lose

I'm Top Gun pullin' bitches like Tom Cruise

And my main man, D Wade, still gets paid

And in the off-season we vacate in the shadeSo all hail the Mary, crack the Moet

Blast the boom box, then act like George and Jet, son

'Cuz my style, similar to Tae-Kwon-Do, but hey, yo

I don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows

To the funk track with 808 drops for prop the topOf druggin' or thuggin', D T's or cops

I say, "No" to blow and "Yes" to cess and I suggest

You put a buck on Lotto and if you win, you should invest

In a new grill, Bill, 'cuz I rock non untilThe Fat Lady sings, or Brooklyn starts to ill

There's a fat chance, with the brother Bistro

'Cuz I'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo

There's no time to stop, so P keep on steppin'On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon

That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wild

One slug to the head, mafioso style

You catch a Universal beat down with sounds that pound

Watch yourself son, I'm comin' straight from the undergroundI'm comin' straight from the underground

I'm comin' straight from the underground

Straight from the underground