Hilltop Hoods, Classified, Solo - The Underground lyrics

We went from spitting jams to fifty
Fans in a little cramped room
A shoebox you couldn’t fit a
Shoe in to touring
Switzerland with my man in a mini-van
Being the man of the minute can
Happen in a minute man and it’s funny
I’ve seen buddies that I trust turn away
‘Cause money can’t buy you love but
It can earn you hate
And none of you gave a fuck
Till the movement went large
Now every crew is making music
Every dude has got bars
Now every half-arse bar fly up
In the bar rhymes we sit about
Spitting ‘bout the dark and the hard times
But got perspective on the fighting
For the crowns and such
When we encountered and old pal who
Had been down on his luck


In some Volleys pushing trolleys eating
Soup from a tin my girls like "golly
Man these pollie's aren’t improving a thing"
Well swap your worries for some Bolly
Swap your suit for some wings
And fly with us
We light it up and it’s a beautiful thing

They exploded the underground
They say it’s gonna happen, the underground
I heard they exploded the underground
They say it’s gonna happen, the underground

That’s where I started at
The days of Walkman’s and starter hats
The open mic nights mastering the art of rap
We man made, underground like an artifact
We don’t need to worry when the market crash
I’m from the bottom, bottom of new Scotland
Planted all my seeds watered them
Then watched it blossom
Then they try to tell me
Over time we’d be forgotten, rotten
Thinking that you’re gonna keep
Me boxed in? Nonsense
Hilltop and Class rock till
Your noggins nodding
You can walk in my shoes but
Never fit in my jeans
I do this with no option till my
Body’s old and rotten and exhausted
Keep it going ‘cause I’m living my dream
Till the grave we’ll spit the pain and
When it comes to picture painting
We might be the illest rated
With the visuals illustrated
That’s ill communication, therapy for
Life without the rehabilitation
Keep waiting I’m about to blow up

They exploded the underground
They say it’s gonna happen, the underground
I heard they exploded the underground
They say it’s gonna happen, the underground

We about to blow it up
But we all started this as amateur
Carving out a path was a
Hardship for the traveller
It said that raps a façade
You’ll never manage it in these parts
I guess it’s our scars that give us character
We misfit's and slackers
At risk kids or hackers with a wish list
Sick of doing six shifts at Macca’s
From listeners to rappers
Prestigious to hapless
I don’t need a gift to know
That this shit is backwards
We’re done officially another visionary
Will lights the flame, write their
Name in their sweat, blood and infamy
It’s gutter symphony fuck the industry
Let them come, we’re the ones carving history
So we rhyme for the hurting
Poor hard working for
International heard applaud to
Local suburban tour
Y’all gave a purpose for the
Roar when the curtains draw
Furthermore ask yourself what
You’re searching for?

"I'm about to blow up" "The underground"

Follow me to a place I like to go
Liner notes are signposts to find
That which lies below
Born in eighty-eight so I came in late
To find for the first time in
Life I felt right at home
Through the growing pains and
Hostile take overs
People trying to put us down like Beethoven
We stayed strong and remained focused
Until they had no other choice but
To stand up and take notice
Never thought what I wrote on a
Page back in the day
Would ever have me catching a plane
Or rapping up on a stage
Staring out at the crowd in amazement
Thinking back on the days when
We were confined to the
Limitations of the basement
The subterranean kids became the main event
I pay respect to those who
Spent days laying foundations
Countdown to detonation
(I'm about to blow up)

They exploded the underground
They say it’s gonna happen, the underground
I heard they exploded the underground
They say it’s gonna happen, the underground