Comin' straight from the underground Comin' straight from the underground I'm comin' straight from the underground Comin' straight from the underground As I pump up a brand new funk swing And bring back the chill of thrill from B.B. King Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a MCI bust a grill, and the reaction I checkInspect, make sure the head's wrecked Snap a neck for some live effects A machine, my functioning, that's meanI stay together, my man, like Al GreenI'm a slayer, the E R I C K and I'm back To attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' JackBoom, I'm buckwild when I'm stonedI close only one eye like a cyclone So I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone Summer to my Benz that's outlined in chromeI'm the Grand Royal MC, I'm no jokeI hit like a Phillie Blunt when it's tokedI smoke, an MC well done, he gets doneI'm knockin' out wack MC's like Michae l NunnFull power, one punch, crunch, I'm throwin' bolosI'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo I'm packed when it's time to get down'Cuz Erick Sermon's comin' straight from the UndergroundComin' straight from the undergroundI'm comin' straight from the underground I'm comin' straight from the underground I'm comin' straight from the undergroundOkie dokie, my mind gets slow pokey when I toke theBull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope meOld Gold is cold when I pop the capTake a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack'Cuz I'm too smooth, pay my dues and can't loseI'm Top Gun pullin' ******* like Tom CruiseAnd my main man, D Wade, still gets paidAnd in the off-season we vacate in the shadeSo all hail the Mary, crack the MoetBlast the boom box, then act like George and Jet, son'Cuz my style, similar to Tae-Kwon-Do, but hey, yoI don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows To the funk track with 808 drops for prop the topOf druggin' or thuggin', D T's or copsI say, "No" to blow and "Yes" to cess and I suggestYou put a buck on Lotto and if you win, you should investIn a new grill, Bill, 'cuz I rock non until The Fat Lady sings, or Brooklyn starts to ill There's a fat chance, with the brother Bistro'Cuz I'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo There's no time to stop, so P keep on steppin'On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wildOne slug to the head, mafioso style You catch a Universal beat down with sounds that pound Watch yourself son, I'm comin' straight from the undergroundI'm comin' straight from the undergroundI'm comin' straight from the underground Straight from the underground
Comin' straight from the underground Comin' straight from the underground I'm comin' straight from the underground Comin' straight from the underground As I pump up a brand new funk swing And bring back the chill of thrill from B.B. King Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a MCI bust a grill, and the reaction I checkInspect, make sure the head's wrecked Snap a neck for some live effects A machine, my functioning, that's meanI stay together, my man, like Al GreenI'm a slayer, the E R I C K and I'm back To attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' JackBoom, I'm buckwild when I'm stonedI close only one eye like a cyclone So I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone Summer to my Benz that's outlined in chromeI'm the Grand Royal MC, I'm no jokeI hit like a Phillie Blunt when it's tokedI smoke, an MC well done, he gets doneI'm knockin' out wack MC's like Michae l NunnFull power, one punch, crunch, I'm throwin' bolosI'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo I'm packed when it's time to get down'Cuz Erick Sermon's comin' straight from the UndergroundComin' straight from the undergroundI'm comin' straight from the underground I'm comin' straight from the underground I'm comin' straight from the undergroundOkie dokie, my mind gets slow pokey when I toke theBull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope meOld Gold is cold when I pop the capTake a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack'Cuz I'm too smooth, pay my dues and can't loseI'm Top Gun pullin' ******* like Tom CruiseAnd my main man, D Wade, still gets paidAnd in the off-season we vacate in the shadeSo all hail the Mary, crack the MoetBlast the boom box, then act like George and Jet, son'Cuz my style, similar to Tae-Kwon-Do, but hey, yoI don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows To the funk track with 808 drops for prop the topOf druggin' or thuggin', D T's or copsI say, "No" to blow and "Yes" to cess and I suggestYou put a buck on Lotto and if you win, you should investIn a new grill, Bill, 'cuz I rock non until The Fat Lady sings, or Brooklyn starts to ill There's a fat chance, with the brother Bistro'Cuz I'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo There's no time to stop, so P keep on steppin'On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wildOne slug to the head, mafioso style You catch a Universal beat down with sounds that pound Watch yourself son, I'm comin' straight from the undergroundI'm comin' straight from the undergroundI'm comin' straight from the underground Straight from the underground
