Underground 2 (feat. CliffJKSN, Pacaso Ramirez & Zach Menshouse)

The goal is that they can't tell if it's cutting edge or throwback A flashback cold snap, back to the boom bap All this is just vanity but I'm cashing this clay Call me Captain America: I can do this all day Rappers out here grinding that probably could be A list But instead of originality they're obsessed with playlist placements Selling souls to make music that doesn't even sell well DSPs created each artist's personal hell, well... Never mind all that Can't do this alone like Mario Kart: Double Dash!! CHH ain't dead, just look how it thrives Shout out to Uprok-this is Underground Rise This is Small Business Saturday, support your local hip-hop Take this drop and stick it in your ear or your laptop Carlsbad Caverns with that underground view That's why I had to grab some friends and give you round two Here to give you round deuce; woke up with the juice Money real tight; habits real loose Looking for the cash flow, found a little truth Call a lot of shots but we never called a truce Lightning like Zeus; always in cahoots With a couple other masterminds, a couple other troops Lacing up our boots; looking for the loot On the road to riches had to choose another route Money trees, green leaves, I been watering my roots In the den with the thieves; no sleep 'cause what's the use It's too much to produce; to not be on your grind All the time is abuse, you miss what you never shoot It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a brother in a coupe Don't explain, don't complain, just hussle and execute It's way too much to gain for us not to see it through It's game on top of game on top of game for round two I've been under, guerilla warfare gunner, Worship is my weapon, call me now the little drummer, Boy, what a wonder, slide through like butter, I speak my mind, catch my drift, did I, did I stutter. I came to bring the rain, you about to catch this thunder, Twenty billion rappers, but not all are doing numbers. Something's gotta give, no pearls for the pigs, This is grown man rap, not meant for raising kids. In a creative biz, forgive me if I sound definitive, Trying to walk my walk like I'm following Leviticus. The problem is the interest is lacking inhibitions, But water's known to evaporate like steam in photosynthesis. Class in session, and I ain't even bring a syllabus, Nomad with backpack, disciple on a pilgrimage. Was lost at sea, but don't treat me like I'm Gilligan. It's often time to kill again, to die, so we can build again. Visionary Tributary, never been the main stream They say we kept a day job to supplement our day dreams But y'all can spot the love for the game like a leopard heart Ya'll can keep that gas, I'ma pass, like electric cars Long before CHH had stars, we was wrecking bars We was reppin hard, writing rhymes where the weapons are Words heavy, broke levies of the reservoir From the era where every parrot can't be a star That a biter, ain't never needed a writer If I wasn't rapping, we standing and handing flyers Yeah, we treat the rhythm like David handle Goliath And kill it for the King when nobody else would try it