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the creations that are recreated I spit fire, which means that the old school beats are being re-cremated This is not outdated; this is simply hip hop at is purest I'm not a purist, but I'm not no tourist Been rapping since I was eleven, seven days, 24 seven, messing with the mic Crept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