Lowkey - Still Underground lyrics

rate me

My name is Lowkey and you may know me

Volume 1 was a classic, the real recognizes

Still the fake don't see, this is my life

But I need and J.O.B, I'm in the same old street

And still blood, there ain't no peace

My pain ball seize, we change dope to see

Where this rainbow leads

Snake smiling my face with the fake <i>[? ]</i>

There's no place that my name won't reach

Still I remain Lowkey, to the victim <i>[? ]</i>

We try to raise a bar<i>[? ]</i> by doing some diferent things

It's seems they shock, we shocking these dudes

I spend time reading books and watching the news

It's confusing <i>[? ]</i> rap shit ruining my aim Levels

I try my best just to remain settled

But the irony is easy to see

In music I've got an E at my GCSC

By then most kids where <i>[? ]</i> released on some weed

Only seventeen when I set my feet on the sceene

To be this, you've got to do what I've done

See what I've seen, love what I've loved

Be what I've been

When I get past the weed smoke, <i>[? ]</i> music & Girls

I remember myself a young boy confused with the world

As pissed of kid, N.W.A introduced me to this hip hop shit

See not starting writing rhymes just to buy the time

I'm finding quite hard to explain what's inside my mind

Besides in the early days I was imitating a north or a <i>[? ]</i>

That shit sounded irritating

Now this is what I do for love

The music runs deep in my weins

I refuse to front

This is the future blood

Key to the game, volume two

For <i>[? ]</i> youths not doing what they told to do

I expose the truth anytime I'm in the vocal booth

Cause it's disgraceful the way that we're living

Blazin and drinking, degrading our women

Most man ain't even thinking

Satan Is winning, even saintest savior is sining

Pray for your children, we're all slave in the system

Tryna change our position

Watching the news I see the face of a stranger that's missing

We're taking over, it's great britains greatest tradition

Still mens act like their to impatient to listen

Even you do what you don't, make the decision

But don't act like you don't see me, when you see me

With your <i>[? ]</i> and selling them you'r CD

It's volume 2, one of the phenomenal

One of few, chronic of my life

Don't watch what the others do

I'm deep with this rap

To me a Mic. is like a needle to people

Thinking on smack

I was raised with insane kids, rome <i>[? ]</i>

Rave cribs like <i>[? ]</i> and don't take shit

Still here trapped in own made tricks

I don't take flicks or make movies

It's Lowkey a.k.a Wayne Roonie a great lyricist

Remain limitles, spitting lyrics I paint pictures with

Born with the mind of scarface and a heart of saint nicolas

This lyricist puts verses love for the art

Listen to these words, cause they come from the heart

Apart from this music blod nothing is ours

I'm to underground to ever fuck with the charts

To hardcore for MTV, but still here like <i>[? ]</i>

And MCD so just let me be, let me live

Let me spit let me rep this streets

Peace to all the Mc's that see and produce their <i>[? ]</i> beats

Let's be brief, it's about time that I fulfill these empty dreams