MR. COMPLEX - Underground Up lyrics

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Whoa...

Yeah, yeah, Mr. Complex...Tony Hawk style

Yeah, we gon' do it like...from the underground...

From the underground...from the ...ground

Yo, uh!

[Verse One]

Who is it that spits fire, but doesn't smoke weed?

Who's about to take it all, but not overcome by greed

It's Complex, wit' "Mr." in front, I'll bust your blister if you front

If it's a trickster what you want, check the reflectable glass...

'Cause in a second, I'll just be busting yo' ASS...

Change your outlook, out the book, take off your head

You try to go off your head

I'll shook-shock your world like a carefree curl

or, rock-shock your mind like a, South road girl

wit' a razor in her teeth

I see ya and I just, raise your beef, two cows

No bluffin' this way bitch ass, whatchu gonna do now?!

You change the sheets, fluff the pillow

Made the bed, now lay it it, 'til you're dead and decay in it (uh-huh)

'Til the neighbors discovers the smell, and yell

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FUNKING SMELL?! Funking smell" yo

[Chorus x2]

We run it down from the ("underground")

We run it down from the ("underground")

We run it down from the ("underground")

This is how we do it from the ("underground") UP!, what?

[Verse Two]

Here you go, there you go, YOU KNOW YOU GOTTA GET...

Outta my face quicker than that!

"He's vomiting all over the place! He's about to DIE!"

But note I'm lyrically, sicker than that!

I need bed rest, I'ma Queens cat wit' a Brooklyn, address

Wit' a queen-size mat-tress, where I do more fuckin' than sleepin' on it

See I'ma never fall off, see I be, keepin' on it

Optune time tunes in I'm, leapin' on it

Hip-hop is the hunt, I'm the hunter, creepin' on it

I got it and I flaunt it like, birds can fly

I set your mental to instrumental you can, murder by

In your mental, once you step out of that your sent thru

Dimensions not mentionable

I'm pinchin' to pull Doberman Pinchers and I'm, henchin' them in you

To snap at your buttocks, so be cool, B-Boy

and Uprock Top THIS, pop-lock to THIS (got this)

[Chorus x2]

We run it down from the ("underground")

We run it down from the ("underground")

We run it down from the ("underground")

This is how we do it from the ("underground") UP, what?

[Verse Three]

I kno' you got a lot of shit on your mind

Especially when you just got that, lil' itty bitty mind

So I must remind you like everytime

My rhymes are not somethin' you should take lightly

Hold this, fold fist, fight me

Like Roy, keep up Jones, Tones, bones, microphones

I destroy, so enjoy, you know you like your livelihood all corrupted up

You know you like your neighborhood all fucked, up

Everything bootleg, all the way down to your ankle

I'll lyrically SPANK you, but I'm not tryin' ta turn you on

Thank you, welcome, no you're not!

Don't even come around dumb around

I kno' you rhyme, don't even hum around, don't beatbox NUTTIN'!

Just zip up your lip, I'm cuttin' you off like pitbull tails

I sit through whales of tales, from all kinds of sharks and fish-eyed fools

I don't percolate in your circulation, I just piss in your pool, YO!

[Chorus x2]

We run it down from the ("underground")

I'll gun you down from the ("underground")

You hear that thunder sound? From the ("underground")

This is how we do it form the ("underground") UP

[DJ scratches and Mr. Complex ad-libs about himself and skateboarding]