I'm so bruised inside No, I'm not alright I miss you in my life Love you 'till I die There is no we, We lived happy ever after It's the ending of our
green The vision is underground The culture is out of bounds It's still a persuasive sound The music is still around but its underground Choreography
everything burns, My torture lies within. Am i a victim To myself? When everything burns, My tortured life... Boiling point! Violent saint! Boiling point! Violent fucking saint! Saint
of my paperwork Take the united taxi out to Vegas While the average RNB group is doing a promo concert Ignoring your phone calls from broke labels Who try to put out underground
he said, is a fine line where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists that are listenin' to you. And pleas the real hip-hop underground
path immortalized I am the Saint your path, the way, the light I am the Saint I am the Saint I am the Saint I am the Saint
first inning, coming from the island where the sun is shining, the flow is smooth like a vinyl lining, it's like dum de dum I keep my eyes underground
way Driving up as the music play But in the vip valley was a shiny one horse open sleigh I walked inside and I heard the sound The music from the underground
jokers ever understand It's enough to put a church underground It's enough to put a church underground It's enough to put a church underground
It's a chilly Florentine evening, two men in evening hats Telling tales of the underground and fishing for Reds Policemen armed with Uzi's stand guard
(verse 1) Downtown where no angels are found, we got our own underground, now let me show you 'round. Welcome, yeah sinners and saints, come see the king
the poles Those tiny waterfalls Of your tears that you miss I'm melting in the rain I'm anxious to be saint I'm lying, I'm crying The feelings underground
these things from a life of crime Now he's sellin' them to make bail He was rippin' off the people Sellin' guns to the underground Livin' off the people
we expected But soon all our problems will be corrected Some how everything seems to turnout find (and we know who to thank every time) One highlight was playing the underground
up your brain Make my heartbeat all fast like the girl from plain Jane Now please allow me to proceed and bust my rude boy flow On the underground scene at the underground
ethereal, my children are legion serial They stick to my skin like beloved cysts I tear away with my nails and teeth that fists Touch the hands of inverted saints
One of these days you'll get away from London town Causing chaos and delay on the underground I'll read your letter as I pass away the time Stuck in a