I'm underground like I'm in a coffin coughing up nonsense jargon
Underground like Nazi bunkers when the third Reich was marching
Underground like car parks where the cars are parking
Underground like hydrocarbon hidden deep under the waters
Underground where there's no knife, fork or porcelain
In the gutter like poor people's offspring or a starving orphan
Underground like gritty guitar sounds and distortion
Underground and shady like Iranian law enforcement
Underground like CIA torture planes
Underground like an unwanted newborn's remains
Underground like untamed insane Zombie Monsters
Underground like early 80's punk concerts
Under the rug, like a secret that'll change your perspective
Underground like tortured souls that you don't want to mess with
I'm underground like freaks appearing only when the sun goes down
Or like the bum who shouldn't ask the bartender for one more round
I'm underground like blinded miners looking for diamonds
Underground like a lot of MC's, cause they don't dare to sign us
Look behind you, here comes MC Run This Town
“I can't see you”, No, cause I'm underground
Put This in your tape deck, your Boom box
Crank up the volume, place it on a rooftop
Who's hot or who's not – I care not
Kick and snare rocks, so your heads nodding you can't stop
Where's the fun in always creating the creations that are recreated
I spit fire, which means that the old school beats are being re-cremated
This is not outdated; this is simply hip hop at is purest
I'm not a purist, but I'm not no tourist
Been rapping since I was eleven, seven days, 24 seven, messing with the mic
Crept inside of the dream you slept in
Or slept on I kept on progressing through minor depressions
Avoiding defense mechanisms such as regression
Letting off steam, through the art of vocal expression
Living my dream, moving forward, global progression
Come get your food at my new delicatessen
Particle and ZadeOne, underground sounds that you don't mess with