CunninLynguists, Supastition, Cashmere the Professional - Nasty Filthy lyrics

Word to the holes on my socks
And my nose full of snot
I got dope flows for shows but
Got no one to watch
I got no dough for clothes but
Got hoes on my jock
But they don't know I'm broke cause
I told em I'm not
Yo who said underground ain't
Supposed to be hot?
I remember spinnin' records back
Before people stopped
Now they spinnin CDs they
Download and get props
Livin life for the ice like
Their soul's on the rocks
But down here shows we know how to rock
And on wax we rap for food
Like the old one we dropped
Look at me! I been eatin Cherios out the box!
I'm so skinny I get lost in
My clothes when I walk!
But if you relate, press record on ya box
Grab a pack of ramen noodles
Let it boil in a pot
And if you been here before
You know not to talk
Cause, I love the underground it's
The road to the top

It's just another episode from
The independent penniless
My D&D studio's a multitrack minidisk
I'm bankrupt for life and past
Due on all my loans
Got these bill collectors trying to
Reach me through studio phones
How can I stress less these
Damn fools be calling Freshchest
Saying they gone put a freeze
On my next test press
Got an 97 BMW you might say it's fresh
I got it brand new and I
Ain't made a single payment yet
Be damn if they ass'll get it
As long as I'm athletic
But with the Bad Luck I got
Seven Years Of bad credit
If you see me wit' a TV in the back of my car
Don't get twisted and start
Thinking I'mma spectacular star
I got a TV in the front
Too it's packed in the car
I'm taking it to da pawn shop but
I won't be back for it tomorrow
I got a ton of bills sittin here
Just chillin for at least a week
One day maybe I'll turn'em into
Pete Rock beat CD's

Everyday stuck 'tween a rock and a hardplace
(It's that nasty filthy underground)
So many obstacles making my heart race
(It's that nasty filthy underground)
It's that nasty filthy underground
That naaaasty, filthy underground

Now, which of you dude's a vet?
When I could drop a double
LP from a duel cassette
No MIDI to sport for when
I'm bringing the water
I get the vocals straight off the
Tape of my Mini Recorder
In your city, with a label budget of 450
Empty Oatmeal box
For a kick that's so gritty
A jansport with cds in it
With turntables on a floor model
With the TV in it
You ain't all that cause you can afford DATs
I got more wraps than Claus
Packs when rollin four tracks
And I can only bag beats if
Them joints is mad cheap
Record right into the headphones - son
That shit sounds mad street!
Y'all take the PC way, let ya CD's play
I rock a 120 Minute TDK
Hey! Looking for a way to the hype
"Welcome to the underground!" Shit
That's just a day in the life

Rents due, in less than 2 weeks now
Label's calling
Claiming they loving my street sound I'm
Thinking I'm pacific sea bound days passed
Now they're saying that they'll catch
Me on the rebound next day at my job
Clock in and my boss watches
Making sure that I properly stack boxes
The tick-tock on the clock seems
To be moving in slo-mo
Waiting on 4-so I can go home
And work on my promo
I'm writing so many dope songs
(but who's hearing 'em)
Deacon hit's the open mics
(but who's cheerin' him)
Feeling nasty, filthy
Or any of those synonyms
"Without Me" the games the same
I ain't Eminem
I'm just a broke rapper, southern backpacker
Watchin' all these wack niggas and
All of their cash stackup
So next Thursday when my paycheck is sent
Will it be for that studio time
Or rent I don't know yo

Everyday stuck 'tween a rock and a hardplace
(It's that nasty filthy underground)
So many obstacles making my heart race
(It's that nasty filthy underground)
It's that nasty filthy underground
That naaaasty, filthy underground