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Verse 1 JaJa
straight out the cellar we be comin to set ya'll free
from the land of the dumb, deaf and those who don't see
the reality this actually, never gonna be
the same as it was but then again I am an MC
so I'm doin what I gotta do and rap about the misery
this Hip-Hop scene, is goin through, but I guarantee
this shit is gonna turn back to that, funky rhythym
fuck the system, we'll teach the youth through lyricism
from time to time we fall down to the ground
to learn how to pick us up again and fight another round
with that funky sound is how we came back
but we never left the underground and that's a fact
ask around, look it up, now who's Phatmark
mostly active after night cuz we stay dark
with that sound, boombap, we be comin back
on that rap attack snap the back of ya shirt and slap
some sense into you, now what you wanne do
you wanne pick it up again, you wanne move on too
then wake up, wake up, wake up from the dream
reality is hard to find so it seems
the bigger the truth, yo, the harder the slap
so what did ya feel when ya heard that new track
of ya favorite artist, flippin some bars with
a techno kinda dj fucking up the real art kid
Verse 2 Samoerai
it's awful, garbage, is that what they accomplish
with their million dollar studio's and hair styling products
be honest, c'mon man wssup with that
we don't fall for none of those tricks, we bring the ruckus brack
we got ya slammin, you be throwin hands up in the air
cuz we bringin you what you demandin
underground, run around with ya pants saggin
and if you don't feel it then get of the bandwaggon
Jayeness was predestined to bring it back to the essence
look to the past n take the best of it back to the present
it's the way we put sylables strapped in a sentence
got the instrumental soundin like a track made in heaven
and King D is on my side "K I, K I N G"
yeah he flips the needle right on time
and Jiggedy J is standin next to me to back my rhymes
so there's no way you'll ever stop this team in time
we're ahead of it, buncha predators up in they're element
hazardous with the mic device slicin up all competitors
respect to all the veterans that kept it real
and didn't sell out their soul, just to get a record deal
how does it feel listenin to what we're bringin
Hip-Hop is runnin through my vains I'm not kiddin
Phatmark is determined to stay oldschool with the rhythym
cuz my home is where my heart is, and movin is forbidden
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