Under the UG Lyrics

Under the underground

Under the underground

Under the underground

Under the underground

We digging from the depths, for the culture, so ultra

Better expressed FTD-FTC,

for those perplexed alphabetically

We spelling elegies by eloquent means, vocal calligraphy

Globally local, role with intelligent beings

Regimented to substantially dismantle

Malevolent command channels like sandcastles

They all come tumbling down, we're under the ground

Pound for pound, pure fighters,

for sure brighter

We write gems like the end to end burners

May the learner comprehend, intent to transcend

Each ephemeral trend, the saga begins

Obvious to every head still nodding

We keep dropping gutter sounds beneath street crossings

It's not often that we surface from the bottom

But we coughing up that heat cuz the furnace pipe's knocking

Under the underground

Under the underground

Under the underground

Under the underground

In the shaft of Survinylist, always digging for more

With the lyrical pickaxe unraveling ore

Shoveling gravel, like handling swords

Subterranean aliens, unearthing the score

Diggin a pass, through a landmass of trash

As the fingers get dirty, yo, we're learning the craft

And earning a pass to deepest knowledge to grasp

These stories will last, no need to polish the past

We're stormin down fast, like some orbital crafts

Lips like sticks of dynamite, as we blast

Crackin' the bedrock to pull out the diamonds

Eonian writings of def rhyme titans

Survinylist's crew, subterrestrial craftsmen

From layers below with celestial anthems

Lighting the game like a chest full of lanterns

Mining terrain for the rest of the champions

Under the underground

Under the underground

Under the underground

Under the underground

I was born in the clinic of Dr. SP

We surfed the sneakernet before he got a SD

I did a PhD in Ctrl-C and V

Couldn't fly free like a rouge FPV

Met ill fellas with philosophical prestige

Spitting sick syllables with tricky similes

Staying sharp to pierce through n rush the RZ

I'm campin in the booth like it's an RV

This here's for misfits amidst the fickle sycophants

Intense, off the fence, we against the consensus

For scoffing populace fraught with fogged senses

We invent sentences condensed to convince

What's the intention, forgot to mention

Dissent from reprehensible condescension

We vent from stretched lungs

Direct extension of redemptive comprehension