What’s goin’ on
Thirstin Howl The 3rd is in the buildin’
The thirsty man reppin’ with JM
Thirstin Howl The 3rd rocks well, that’s my word
Underground will live forever
Salute him propper with 2L’s up, 2L’s up
It’s never gonna die
Lo Lifes, TSCrew, how we do
Underground sound, deep darkest tunnel in the hood
Hip Hop every body gun hole
Backpack rappers with digital cameras
Neo Soul ‘Fro’s takin’ pictures of panthers
Hardcore, only ‘cause y’all soft
Above all the rest, f#ck what you thought
Make a beat with a rock, and a broken piece of glass
Hennessy on thе rocks, I’m supposed to beat that #ss
Old school true with anciеnt tablets
Breakdance land windmill with backflip
DJ spins and makes some scratches
Graff Writer, biter obey the masters
Mind narrow, time travel, ain’t bring no luggage
Skills still matter, before budgets
My Lo empire, there is none higher
Wear my crown with some crisp attire
I remain underground in this game, phat like obesity
Ill emcee that skins rappers for a fee, ain’t no f#ckin’ with me
Man I’m raw like beef is
I’ll burn down your candy shop and murder of Kelis’
The police won’t release this pic of this bald beast, b#tch, Cas a
Cas is mentally disturbed
I’m on with Thirstin Howl the mother f#ckin’ 3rd
I’m underground forever, Everlast vest and plus a leather
Thugged out rapper you **** weak as a feather
Hip Hop to me ain’t some image type sh#t
I’m as rugged as a tramp, bottle of whisky, half naked in this b#tch
Leave you battle rappers lookin’ dumb with a fat lip
And if you know about the Cas I’m sure you’ve heard of fight music
I’m organised like Konfusion is
In this underground society of twisted emcees
Who talk as if they’re killers, I spit cold and spray you with some anti-freeze
Got Thirstin first in, Cas in second
JM’s in third and there ain’t no half steppin’
In the booth spit saliva, push
It to the limit, nah over the limit like a drunk driver
Buy ya mixtape don’t mean I’m on your D.I
Love Hip Hop props, For handling B.I
Underground head like an Ostrich having dinner
Contradiction fact or fiction, plot ain’t thick it’s thinner
Given chance would advance, wouldn’t sell my soul
Get out this Rap game if platinum’s your only goal
Ralph Lo Polo on wifey
I’m with the Polorican who reps the Lo Life’s G
Bobbin’ n weavin’, heavy the breathin’, style’s deceivin’, you ain’t leavin’
Floor I’m cleanin’, know what I’m meanin’, you cry like a baby teethin’
Emcee’s stall, restart like cars
Like my last pub crawl did 16 bars
My world you get eaten up in
My world you get eaten up in
Come against me on the mic
My world you get eaten up in
My world you get eaten up in
Come against me on the mic
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The Nicewun JM Lyrics – Underground Livin’