EddieDition
They point there finger with prudence, nominate me a criminal man. U don't know Nam , we living it grand, we ridding the sham with a different plan. They dig in the sand, they shit and they ran. We leaving em clamed when we cram that grammer pattern to the clap and bam. No chance, no chance. No competition ,when it comes to rhyme and rhythm. U will not find it in'em. Band wagon bitches get sent on a blind mission. Look behind the ditions mind find a different kind of mixing. Now as I kollab my thoughts with Kritical kontact. Underground independent fuck ur industry combat. Take ur contract and shove it. Fuck a preference and a judgement. This is lyrical warfare better pair up ur gun clips. Kuz I'm blowing out they conscious to something that's beyond this. Mad kuz I'm splitting honest on this beat that's monsterious. Flaking like ur phosphorous, collapsing line playing, we vocabulary concorers that grew up grew up grew up

In the Grave yard the undergrounds knockin knockin, long as the mics on we ain't stopping, stopping, reality raps, facts in the constant, Bass double brains blowing at the moment they be stompin

Hook
In the Grave yard the undergrounds knockin knockin, long as the mics on we ain't stopping, stopping, reality raps, facts in the constant, Bass double brains blowing at the moment they be stompin

In the Grave yard the undergrounds knockin knockin, long as the mics on we ain't stopping, stopping, reality raps, facts in the constant, Bass double brains blowing at the moment they be stompin


Legitimit
Industry controlling musical slaves, big pay get radio plays, subliminal s attached to radio waves, engage a subconscious assault on brains, money stacks society decays, glamorize murder until there kids shot in the face, no need for fame or to paper chase, moments are not worth the waste, finding prosperity a rarity thinking popularity will bring um clarity, solidarity non existent, no competition, Kritical Kontact, EddieDition shatter opposition, hip hops Mozart takes this art to heart, break apart the charts disperse it's black heart to the belly of a shark, spark this green before I depart salute real Mc's for speaking what they believe, make hate obsolete speak peace for peeps break free from the chains that bind, before we vanish like Left Behind, use the divine powers we possess inside, profuse hours of practicing rhymes so line for line we can enlighten there minds.

In the Grave yard the undergrounds knockin knockin, long as the mics on we ain't stopping, stopping, reality raps, facts in the constant, Bass double brains blowing at the moment they be stompin

In the Grave yard the undergrounds knockin knockin, long as the mics on we ain't stopping, stopping, reality raps, facts in the constant, Bass double brains blowing at the moment they be stompin

Jaze


Bliss
Im ready and willing to sell out I finally understand
just gimme the women the fans a jeep and 300 hundred grand
ill give you my soul and my left hand and change everything that I am
another industry bitch I finally became a man.
should I make trap music run around and just act stupid, take from the
community I live in and never give back to it. get a guest feature
exclusive and you can become the newest, the rhymes and the lyrics dont
matter what matters is who produces, believin in dreams in foolish and
people just seem so clueless, writing these songs are useless and i can
no longer do this. just makin it up as i go along 10 albums deep still
goin strong, my home is called the coldest town my frozen homies hold it
down. to say im an underground mc these days it sounds so cleshay
no support, no radio play, no budget fuck it no dj. no opening spots
unless we pay no love from promoters for what we say, no anwser from god
for what we pray, just keep pluggin away till my soul decays