Underground Resistance
Written by: Gato Suertudo, Capps 1
Produced by: Jesse "DJ QUAD" Morin of 5th Battalion
Underground like roots absolute when I do this.
The gift I shoot- Execute! with lyrical bullets
Ready to grab the Mic, I rock it, convicted prophet
ghetto politics the topic I drop it catastrophic.
Narcotics got me having illusions
aerosol on the wall spelling out a revolution.
Armaggeodon is near, so Im'a gettin' my gear
Mic check- catch wreck and put the system in fear.
I got chameleon tactics the past of an Aztec
Underground like a basement with this lyrical ass-whip:
Modern-day Babylon the battles on in the battle dome
My verbal assault shaky like faults in the panic zone.
I'm lyrically dope, spiritually cope with this madness
I know your fearin' my flow nearin' the door once I'm at this
there ain't no stopping me- we're Indigenous to this property
The Rhyme Asylum click- convicted prophecies
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We lick shots, ditch cops, and hit spots
Like Seven-up Heavens up
and shit drops... always down
We're Underground, we're Underground.
We're Underground like Hades, but you can say it's Mictlan
Lately it's been crazy- Wait! It's only begun
Just keep a gun within reach, but teach the young to seek freedom
We're using speech weaponry to preach of Heavenly Kingdom.
When we come mashing in factions, filled with a passion for action
When all the cash is long gone and Babylon is in ashes!
This passage written with essence, spittin' a message that's hidden
So all the soldiers in the streets know to retreat is forbidden.
We're hittin' hard on touchy topics, cops get hot like the tropics
We're clandestine rhyme rebels with 3rd-eye-level type optics
Dropping on top of your conscience, watch as the planted seeds grow
While the Rhyme Asylum launches with the lethal asesino
Ride with us! A group of renegade emcees
Slowly blowing up your spot like Mcveigh, Timothy
on a mission for respect catch wreck
We're not just saying words that rhyme
we spit this lyrical aspect.
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We lick shots, ditch cops, and hit spots
Like Seven-up Heavens up
and shit drops... always down
We're Underground, we're Underground.
"Fuck the police" coming straight from the underground
Mad Capps got it bad 'cause my skin is Brown.
Put it down, from the east to the west
Rhyme Asylum/ Fifth Battalion pumping smoke in your chest
and yes, we grab the Mic and always represent
to never sweat the enemy and always slightly bent
However, we stay one step ahead of them
While laws keep changing like weather
we spit these lyrics like vemon at them.
Mic checking like chess kings, when bringing the noise
Two Toltecatl renegades- seperate men from the boys
though we walk through droppin' bombs remaining calm stay poised
Not even screamin' police sirens ever silence our voice.
We're the spot rocking, most rhymin'
Freshly escaped from thee insane Asylum
Climbin' into your thoughts, ringing eardrums like gun shots
Digital Aztlan is known for blowing up spots!
Caught in the middle, like traffic, clearing static with words
Before rocking the stage, we were locked in a cage like a bird
Or posted up on the curb, servin' herb to the public
Maybe the nerds in the suburbs never heard of this subject
Coming straight the ghetto with verbal abuse-
My words attack, no holding back, maniac on the loose!
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