'Cuz I'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo
There's a fat chance, with the brother Bistro
I don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows
I'm knockin' out wack MC's like Michael Nunn
'Cuz my style, similar to Tae-Kwon-Do, but hey, yo
I bust a grill, and the reaction I check
I smoke, an MC well done, he gets done
Bull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope me
As I pump up a brand new funk swing
I'm comin' straight from the underground
Boom, I'm buckwild when I'm stoned
And my main man, D Wade, still gets paid
Watch yourself son, I'm comin' straight from the underground
And bring back the chill of thrill from B.B. King
So all hail the Mary, crack the Moet
I'm comin' straight from the underground
I'm comin' straight from the underground
To attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' Jack
Okie dokie, my mind gets slow pokey when I toke the
I hit like a Phillie Blunt when it's toked
Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a MC
I stay together, my man, like Al Green
Summer to my Benz that's outlined in chrome
I'm a slayer, the E R I C K and I'm back
I close only one eye like a cyclone
You put a buck on Lotto and if you win, you should invest
Old Gold is cold when I pop the cap
That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wild
One slug to the head, mafioso style
In a new grill, Bill, 'cuz I rock non until
Full power, one punch, crunch, I'm throwin' bolos
'Cuz I'm too smooth, pay my dues and can't lose
The Fat Lady sings, or Brooklyn starts to ill
Of druggin' or thuggin', D T's or cops
Comin' straight from the underground
'Cuz Erick Sermon's comin' straight from the Underground
I'm comin' straight from the underground
I say, "No" to blow and "Yes" to cess and I suggest
A machine, my functioning, that's mean
On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon
Inspect, make sure the head's wrecked
I'm packed when it's time to get down
I'm comin' straight from the underground
And in the off-season we vacate in the shade
Comin' straight from the underground
Take a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack
There's no time to stop, so P keep on steppin'
I'm Top Gun pullin' bitches like Tom Cruise
To the funk track with 808 drops for prop the top
I'm the Grand Royal MC, I'm no joke
You catch a Universal beat down with sounds that pound
So I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone
Blast the boom box, then act like George and Jet, son
I'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo
Snap a neck for some live effects
I'm comin' straight from the underground
