(Chro 5) Letter from the Underground (Album Version) Lyrics

Bank on your corporate rappers, what the fuck's a drake to a dragon

I'm blowing fire magic, Kenny thinks he's Christ, but I've got the passion

Play polite, don't need to diss twice, it's more a singular action

Why would I waste time writing below a line you can't caption

Bubbly attributes popping off fashion, Champ Pain wins the attraction

Damp stains remain tactless, fact check fiction, found Santas

It's not X-mas, it's rap rounders, like your bodyguards

I'll run around baseless founders, put dots on his guard

Leave screaming how the fuck he just rapped round us

And you can bat back, but no woods good enough to reply pine stacked

Build fake threat murder lines, laid out the flat pack

8th wrap, loonies put a rest on it, but Jimmy can still free five

Savages with empty tongues, full mouths, cos 20 come

Young thugs shooting baby sons, they all run when daddy comes

Preach balance and deny Rafa, real spirit for bank matters

Addicted actors lean so much they fell off the wagon

Donkeys following stallions like a fake marriage, perfect picture

Audience rides behind arse, horse drawn carriage

Mentally damaged plastic package, WAP is a cabbage

Remy's no Ma and Doja's rabid, being honest I like her rapping

Out here bodying girls, kill shots at BBLs

Devilish kells, the machine is killing itself, gunning for cells

The aftermath, gods will prevail, Jermaine man fails

Dethrone tails, thrown towards plain main, shaded veils

It's ironic, but keep praying, suburban hood whites saluting

Cos real fuckers don't care about anything you're producing

Say it's on God, it's not only religion that you're losing

Fanboys, fanbases, aired out convoluting

It's only fans, behind scenes it's only mans

Birthday parties holding hands, making Meek squeal up on Instagram

Confused compilations cause brain contusions

Complicated delusions are fuelled by satanic Lucians

Jews top dogs tricking illusions, jump the metro

Boom into the future, how the fuck can billionaires still be losers

Must have hurt a funny bone way they wave their elbows

It's slightly humorous, contract the devil, deliver nightly sermons to illuminates

666, finger tricks, youths and pick and mix

Bag a new flow monthly, Puffy's bitch is sick of dicks

Shaved head like Hitler kids, murder on their mind, no thought for what a killer is

Homicidal dreams become a nightmare when you're in the shit

The cats shower and get a pussy wet

Not just bitches but retards wearing hats with the sticker kept

Go mad for men spitting about stick and their dick

Same pricks can't even get head off your bitch

Get toasted singing about bread

Duet the baguette, let my French stick

I don't give a fuck about what you've eat

Look what they spread, buttered yeast that infect

Delusions of grandeur we're supposed to commend

Poster boys that boast pretend

Or stupid enough to disclose an event

Shot him on the weekend, family gathering ashes on Wednesday

Wishing he gave it up for Lent

Everyone can be touched and someone's sword was mightier than his pen

His words spoke actions but now his voice is dead

Something got lost in the ether, too much heat not enough seekers

They put the lie in believers, walk a path with deceivers

Blow wind like geezers, I practice higher learning

No faith in academics, forgotten fundamentals

Tinkered with rap genetics

Pimping butterflies, the caterpillar's pathetic

Prostitute surprise, forget about Eric

I can B Rakeem, a suitable cleric

Save a priest on my rhetoric

Go against Imperials, true weight on this metric

Phony soldiers, depleting energy

Holding back wisdom preserved

Bookings at a high table, think about it

It's all reserved

Sanity pays for expensive thoughts

Especially if you want vanity you can't afford

My mic leads a conduit, linking us to voice discord

Don't confuse Millie and Whitney, either way Bobby Brown's risky

Groomed seven, things are stranger at fifteen

This is not hitting on women

Social media era, man this age is under

Rumble covers, each alert's just another number

The digital age where every spectrum's contested

The films are all touched up, the music's molested

Consumers get raped but find the memes so offensive

Pedo propaganda, till you eventually accept it

Never

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