Underground railroad

Album cover art for "Underground railroad" by M-Phazes & Chubb (Rap) & DJ Dutchmaster & Sadat X & Phantasm & Shabaam Sahdeeq & Termanology & FaMo$o

M-Phazes & Chubb (Rap) & DJ Dutchmaster & Sadat X & Phantasm & Shabaam Sahdeeq & Termanology & FaMo$o - Rap

Underground railroad

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[Verse #1: Famoso] At it again like I'm back the stem This is the remix Peter Rosenberg we're playing for them Creme de la creme dropping jams like back FM With a strong like hip hop Jay Ronin DJ can't set one because the brothers are so bad I bump the new '89 Tech N9ne Sucio Smash The Dutchmaster is cuttin' he's working in the cold mine We got some new schools in the cool put some Maltesers Hard rhymer all timer make you shake like Alzheimer's Chubb Rock and Sadat X their the greats of all-timers Gotta catch their back spasms Make them feel Phantasm Spreading their germs busting like their Norad [Verse #2: Termanology] Yo, killing every microphone I'm liking every second alone Next I'll be writing the typing of fighting the next emcee Fighting me on these railroad tracks where they flare those gats I know you can hear my whacks when I tear those cats And so into oblivion aliens millions Milligan's in pieces So whack rappers chopped up in my ceiling fan I know you feel me fam my dead deep Like my mixer Buckshot and Shabaam Sahdeeq X marks the spot so we haul it out to Sadat We kickin' it in with Famoso on the spot on the Dean Block Mixed in with Chubb Rock on that primo shit Silogy is going back on the Malatino shit [Hook: M-Phazes X2] We came so far it's like we take it back Keep it movin' don't stop the motion If my train went off the tracks Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up [Verse #3: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Under the underground sitting at the Earth's core Crack in the ground when earthquakes when I spit the roar Hard times it makes it all grinds Hit the booth spit out hard rhymes My mind is incredible my verses is never questionable Knock out is never technical My words spit out like a sneezer chop you up like a vegetable My salad is seasonable is the spits I own In the Springtime when I'm in College all the kids come home When it's summertime It give you frostbite to keep you chillin' Of all time my new style gives you a new fillin' When I one time I spit hot and cold to warm your soul Under the under world if I'm rock till I'm old [Verse #4: Phantasm] A lot of rappers are done and came and went Never made a cent they content By getting high playing bent Just gettin' by when they have to pay the rent I'll forever changing the cheddar and I can pay the vent Set up shot I'm aim to hit Ten shock waves through the underground made a dent Self the ballers y'all remember the name I got it hand perfect match mock walk the main train Toll jobs spits flames to maintain And played your position in y'all stay on your lane You all in the game but you can play it the same I've been hip-hop portables to stay in your brain [Hook] [Verse #5: Chubb Rock] Brooklyn I'll Menage a trois yes that's crooked Y'all don't want it I'll bobble your weight get pushed in Warrior understated no need for verbals Bookworm after learner and glasses but no Urkle '64 old school legend did more Then an average rider you deny it It doesn't give y'all New bed holders and a M-troduction for the soldiers Still loosened will reduce it but older it's been a minute It came from a blizzard one for the sun that got high by nation for a visit Get some wizards lyrically come to get wicked Grab the star out of your hand to embrace to new assisted I came with no movers I don't move with no losers To prove to the losers that they move with no maneuvers Every minute is a new flame the game That they don't own go their own ways But the youngest kids learn a little something to be own made [Verse #6: Sadat X] They should all know me or know of me You still got to love me I'm a wild cowboy My track triggers can speak to it's self and worldwide World affiliation Yankees Stadium creation The mood of the morning is the same name where Babe played Nas is dead G'ed up Watch me throw the heater My name means a lot these days Through the smoke and hays and I'll be out Straight from the Kiosk Reggae sounds good and the sun is still out The car is still out still rolling The X is Sadat to be what it be Every time I get on stage I'll be a G-O-D Don't worry about my age Don't worry about my wage Hit me on my page when you need that shit

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