Neros, Dalima, Twisted Insane, Locksmith, Madchild - Underground Wolves lyrics

Underground Wolves

Fuck the mainstream

Undergrounds on the rise
Undergrounds on the rise

I’m from the underground and they
Consider me a king
You making music just for money
It don’t mean a thing
Madchild i grab the mic and i spit proper
Coz Imma cold blooded killer call me chopper
They emulate whats popular
Watch them with binoculars
I am staying far away because
I am way to talkative
I love putting words together
On a real rhythm
Magic serpent how i love to spit surrealism
Anybody stepping up i fucking deal with them
I make my money making art
Thats a real living
When it comes to using gimmicks
I'm a real cynic
I don't care if shit if working
For you I will not mimic
Im getting stronger im immortal
I am not finished
Lyrically im popey after cracking
Open cans of spinach
Ah oh beware of the little monster
Connan a bar bar barian i will conquer
Silver tongue devil i devour
With these chompers
Stomping on a racist piece of
Shit like romper stomper
Teeth of a crocodile brain of a demon
Think the underground will ever
Die your fucking dreaming

Put your fist up for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground

We spitting real fucking lyrics
We taking ova gimmie Crown

Locksmith

You a slave to the system a social media slut
You behave like a victim but
Never see it as such
I display what im feeling concealing
What i been plotting
Conforming is not an option i
Really don't give a fuck
I speak from my hear and
My hear has become blackened
More than metaphors my
Thoughts become actions
Ironically im an anomaly I
Rather die standing up
Than get fucked horizontally
Niggas want to take my flow that fine
Mureder anybody trying to cross that line
Couple motherfuckers try to take my shine
Never let it go escape my mind
I ain't bout to let a hater waste my time
Imma let my head any place i find?
Imma set it clear and embrace my rhyme
You can take a look just incase im lying
Im sick of politicking to
Rappers who swallow dick
And they claim to love the game
But they lame on polish diction
They all sounding the same
But they said it they rhyming different
Stand down or stand alone but
They all following gimmicks

Put your fist up for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground

We spitting real fucking lyrics
We taking ova gimmie Crown

A raven dawning like the sword of a demigod

Bleeding orchids in tha storm of a nebula

Vengeance crawling thru the core of my retina

Contorted orphans of a morbid hysteria

Walking the darkest corners the path
To your mental cornea

Dive in the eye of odin ignite
Like the gods have spoken

Awoken a potent motion to
Impose all them posers

Tie a knot and ill slip it
Around their crotch to exhibit

A revelation of this fabricated snake pitt

Ninja said it

They bite necks like count tres

Vlad yes

Impale heads in the kingdom
Of fake Shakespearean poets

This spear is timeless tongue will take
Your life in a moment

You see this crown made of
Blood sweat and tears

Woven years, broken fears, loyal ears
And the skulls of my enemies

My words command the oceans
Like lunar convulsions

Overthrow opposing shoguns I’m tha
Emperor’s Golden sage

Watching the age of an infinite page
Look at your face in a digital cage

Locked in a prison of wireless chains
Soon they’ll be living inside of your brain

Quantum mechanics we balance the
Static the underground atoms

Will shatter your planet

I chant to the infinite love of a goddess

I’m born a shamanic lost son of atlantis

I like to mix the elements
And watch it fuckin' blow

When im in im innocent like
Kiddies on the pope

Suck a dick with etiquette
Your presidents a whore

Tell the queen im into it
Let's guillotine em all

Tell these motherfukers that I’m
Packing the Gattie the
Baddie is a manic an addict semantic insane

Innovative when i hit em automatic
A savage is sadic
I’m stacking the bodies to salvage the game

9 times out of 10 I try
To provide you the win
Turn a blind eye to the mainstream
Cut to the gangreen they don't want
A mind full of sin
Obviously everybody want a fame
But ain't really tripping
Not gon say nobody get up on ma face
Always hit a person with a cane
Everybody always get in running like
A rats in a race nigga face it
When i see you n shit you
Don't got to become so evasive
Blood ah from the matrix mopping
The floor with them drops
And pop up better show and get wasted

I could just taste it
Push the right button get the
Knife cutting like im Jason
And im spose to be at the bar all
Night with the straight jacket no chasing
No patience
Kill everybody on your leve no hesitation
I done wage war with the mainstream
And Got name dates and locations notacions
I have it up to here
Walking back and forth pacing
And i really don't wanna be kind i spend
All my time with the mind racing temptation
Tell me ready to kill i murder
Hurt em with the verbals
And constantly contemplating kill or jumping
Niggas like a hurdel
Got pain written on my face they might
Be twenty deep but im down
Better check when you bring your neck
And have respect for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground

We spitting real fucking lyrics
We taking ova gimmie Crown