Challenge To The Underground

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Buck 65 - Rap

Challenge To The Underground

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I got a whole notebook full of rhymes I so pale Okay-okay-okay. Keep your god-forsaken shirt on I've been down in Satan's workshop, honing my craft like Clayton Kershaw Playing like a blatant dirt dog. Watching a Herzog motion picture Busted windows, broken fixture. Concocting a potion mixture Wrecking shit with an eager passion. Sermonizing, preacher-fashion Got the woofer/tweeter cracking. The ring leader, Peter Jackson None of that feature action. I'll take care of the heavy lifting Edgy hip hop heads predicting. Envy grows with every listen, bitches Truthful-lawful. Troubadour. Totally brutal-awful Gooblе-gobble. One of us. Covets approval. Usе the google model Giddy up idiot. This city's insidious, isn't it? Disavow it Lost reality. You can't piss on hospitality. I won't allow it!! Twin blades - inlaid. Human skin trade Violent violins play. Parameters. Ask my manager, Ruben Kincaid Invade the outer reaches. You ain't fresh, you're frozen fish I close my fist… And it goes like this Thunderclouds. Reigning hell on the younger crowd Forbidden records spun around. A challenge to the underground I wonder how it happened… I know it's out of pocket First love: robotic lady legs - the video for "Rockit" Herbie Hancock. Dirty shamrock. Curried ham hock A mix of funk and early glam rock. Break the chains and sturdy padlock Ad hoc business for digital free trade. Shield yourself from invisible heat rays Miserable DJs. Original screenplays. Typical cliche. Pitiful D grade Critical Matched and dripping. Scratching. Ripping. I know how to catch 'em slipping I'm talking egos and optics. May have to veto some topics Soon I'mma need some orthotics. Neat-o: I'm eating cheetos with chopsticks Exotic dancers battling. Traveling backwards, right or wrong Happily, appetite is strong. Underground - it's where I belong Destroy the city. Trust the forest. Disgusted. Don't be such a tourist Bust the chorus My name was number 65 for all those years Just a number

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Credits

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  • Buck 65