RHF - DownUnderGround lyrics

[Verse 1: Impromptu] Let's get this Hip Hop sh** started Man grown without a father The road less travelled I've already chartered Mr Martin, hold a deep secret like the garden This ain't Black Eyed Peas, it's gonna get retarded It's the Rock Hard Foundation When we deliver lyrics the record feels friction My wisdom delivered with weight like six ton So pick one ‘cause any of mates can easily rip somethin' If you're a fan of this then throw your hands like an evangelist Lyrical hooligan raps, these words of vandalist If you can stand to this, we hope you're tall enough Step in the ring with these lords and we're calling your bluff Feel the ba**, this is my place, my hour On the mic I'm a demon, yo, you're facing my power Animos, Impromptu and you wanna get on a track with us Up the dough like self-raising flour We so sick, this Hip Hop beat, it keep knocking My soldiers in the streets with feet that keep walking The street's talking, RHF in your venue Sendin' you a lot of lyrics, give a dam if they offend you If you're equipped, this road can be a little bit bumpy If you're given the chance to grab the mic then spit something Man, this sh**'s funky, I'm a Hip Hop junky Animos, Impromptu we take the try out of country [Verse 2: Animos] Back at it The black adder that packs daggers My raps shatter Turn a wack rapper to ash matter I got a jack hammer flow That make you want to mack every ho That's attractive and close I'm a pa**ionate bloke, don't mistake it for weakness Rep it seven days kids, not just the weekends Hardly ever sleep in, keep my pants saggin' Back for those who missed the first bandwagon Prompt aimed first for the target and hit it Now I'm comin' through with a basket of sickness This ba*tard is twisted You can't get with me kid, you just partially gifted I rock non-stop ‘til the speakers pop Pregnant women bump this and their foetus bop No respect for the cops Step on the block reppin' the Rock Hand on my jock, givin' ‘em raw Hip Hop Animos [Verse 3: Impromptu] Make weight, you don't measure up, you're no mate Say grace, pray to the Lord to vacate from this place This for all who turned fake We know who you are even though you change face Make haste, yo keep it on movin' in quick time These rhymes are a language defined for clear minds Land mines, watch how you step, they blow up Now what's up? Lyrical arsenal like a gun buck Can't touch what I rep Heart stop in a sec Start rendering cheques or confess to your d**h Stress less, battle retaliation Your heart pacin' This isn't a game so you can turn of your Playstation My mind's patient, I was born this way Like when I see a chick I want to fornicate There's nothin' more to say, but that we're your number one So sit back, relax, RHF are getting' the job done [Verse 4: Animos] We slay new jacks and wack rappers Straight Ivan Milat – k**in' these backpackers Street cats who keep the crowd movin' up and down like Snakes and Ladders Then hands an MC his head on a platter I either walk with a bop or with a stagger Hoodied down loose cannon Ready to rock, fists locked, enter the dragon Runnin' the block, representin Hip Hop, sippin' a flagon Rip spots, my clique's hot The Rock make the chicks flock Lock, stock, two balls and a big what? Animos, I'm sh** hot, RHF we got this b**h locked You just a bunch of rip-offs so piss off