Stan's Research Lyrics

Man what is going on

This dude grabbed me and brought me to this Weird ass underground warehouse telling me I Need to spit something

For some research

Man whatever give me this mic

Lets get this over with

They hear me on the mic

And They always wanna fight

Never wanna take advice

Dog I told you that I'm nice

Smile when they pass me

Stretch em like taffy

Bars by the baggy

Thinking that they lap me

Chase like tag me

Never tap me

Click like mag me

Only shoot lastly

Wouldn't put it past me

Protector of the familyyyyyyyy

And I Run it like a track meet

Trying to jump nasty

Takes time

Goals imma get mine

Flowy like a hick bomb

Time ticks on

When the wrist wrong

Time to turn the switch on

Got me ticked off

New gen

Who me

Top ten

Not yet

Lock in

Wait till I got it

Never stop it

Wait till I'm rocking

Asaping

(Knock knock)

Whos that?

Must be Rhi Rhi knocking

Add another monster

To ya rosterrrrrrrrr

Smoke like rosta

Never gave a focka

Circle of the trust

On tour with the bus

When I'm royal to the touch

Cause im Jinxie with a flush

Never Hesitate

Floating like a Feather weight

Back like a second date

Here to Set the record straight

But I can never concentrate

Think they need to operate

Wait

Hold em down let's operate

What do you see what do you see idk idk

Move over move over give me the scapel

Let me look

Whoaaaaaaa

Underground

All I am is underground

Underground

All I am is underground

Underground

All I am is underground

Underground

All I am is underground

Bunker down

Cause all I am is underground

Bunker down

Cause all I am is underground

Underground

All I am is underground

Underground

All I am is underground

Remember marshal

Yeah we let him get away

We can't let him get away

So I wake up

Born on the earth

But I'm feeling like a space nut

Bleeding cause my brain cut

I know it sound insane but

We looking at your brain some

You feeling kinda strange son?

we don't know where you came from

We Made the same mistake once

Well Never make the same one

You trying to pass the great son

We'll never let you raise one

Take him in the back

Well shoot him with the ray gun

Yall some deranged ones

I know it cause it take one

Lean back

Don't worry bout a thing

you won't be back

Fuck that

So i swing fast

Hit em so bad

With a bean bag

Made his spleen crack

4 ways thats a d-pad

Imma tea bag

When I speed past

Imma leave tracks

For the d-bag

For Spilling out my bean bag

Pulling off the cords

sprinting out the doors

Knew I needed yours

There some kids in a ford

And a dude in a Porsche

Knew which one I wanted more

So I kicked him out the car

And I thank him for support

put it into sport

As I'm Waving as I port

And I'm pinning to the floor

As I'm bursting to the shore

Got me ready for some war

And I'm looking for reward

Man Im ready for whatever

And Im packing like a Treasure

Inner scope of records

Man I'm only thinking better

Got me shady for the measure

Cause He never got my letter

So I'm feeling under weather

So Im cruising into town

I'm looking all around

And I finally track him down

Here's a verse

Here's my sound

He looked at me like who the fuck are you

I'm underground

Told him that I'm underground

Underground

All I am is underground

Underground

All I am is underground

Underground

All I am is underground

Underground

All I am is underground

Bunker down

All I am is underground

Bunker down

All I am is underground

Underground

All I am is underground

Underground

All I am is underground