Underground Wolves

Madchild:

Fuck the mainstream

Undergrounds on the rise
Undergrounds on the rise

I’m from the underground and they consider me a king
You making music just for money it don’t mean a thing
Madchild i grab the mic and i spit proper
Coz Imma cold blooded killer call me chopper
They emulate whats popular
Watch them with binoculars
I am staying far away because i am way to talkative
I love putting words together on a real rhythm
Magic serpent how i love to spit surrealism
Anybody stepping up i fucking deal with them
I make my money making art thats a real living
When it comes to using gimmicks i'm a real cynic
I dont care if shit if working for you I will not mimic
Im getting stronger im immortal i am not finished
Lyrically im popey after cracking open cans of spinach
Ah oh beware of the little monster
Connan a bar bar barian i will conquer
Silver tongue devil i devour with these chompers
Stomping on a racist piece of shit like romper stomper
Teeth of a crocodile brain of a demon
Think the underground will ever die your fucking dreaming
Put your fist up for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground

We spitting real fucking lyrics
We taking ova
Gimmie Crown

X2

Locksmith

You a slave to the system a social media slut
You behave like a victim but never see it as such
I display what im feeling concealing what i been plotting
Conforming is not an option i really dont give a fuck
I speak from my hear and my hear has become blackened
More than metaphors my thoughts become actions
Ironically im an anomaly I rather die standing up
Than get fucked horizontally
N***as want to take my flow that fine
Mureder anybody trying to cross that line
Couple motherfuckers try to take my shine
Never let it go escape my mind
I ain't bout to let a hater waste my time
Imma let my head any place i find ???
Imma set it clear and embrace my rhyme
You can take a look just incase im lying
Im sick of politicking to rappers who swallow dick
And they claim to love the game but they lame on polish diction
They all sounding the same
But they said it they rhyming different
Stand down or stand alone but they all following gimmicks

Put your fist up for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground

We spitting real fucking lyrics
We taking ova
Gimmie Crown

X2

Neros:

A raven dawning like the sword of a demigod

Bleeding orchids in tha storm of a nebula

Vengeance crawling thru the core of my retina

Contorted orphans of a morbid hysteria

Walking the darkest corners the path to your mental cornea

Dive in the eye of odin ignite like the gods have spoken
Awoken a potent motion to impose all them posers

Tie a knot and ill slip it around their crotch to exhibit

A revelation of this fabricated snake pitt

Ninja said it

They bite necks like count tres

Vlad yes

Impale heads in the kingdom of fake Shakespearean poets

This spear is timeless tongue will take your life in a moment

You see this crown made of blood sweat and tears

Woven years, broken fears, loyal ears, and the skulls of my enemies

My words command the oceans like lunar convulsions

Overthrow opposing shoguns I’m tha emperor’s Golden sage

Watching the age of an infinite page
Look at your face in a digital cage

Locked in a prison of wireless chains
Soon they’ll be living inside of your brain

Quantum mechanics we balance the static the underground atoms

Will shatter your planet

I chant to the infinite love of a goddess

I’m born a shamanic lost son of atlantis

I like to mix the elements and watch it fuckin' blow

When im in im innocent like kiddies on the pope

Suck a dick with etiquette your presidents a whore

Tell the queen im into it lets guillotine em all

Tell these motherfukers that I’m packing the Gattie the baddie is a manic an addict semantic insane

Innovative when i hit em automatic a savage is sadic I’m stacking the bodies to salvage the game


Twisted Insane:

9 times out of 10 I try to provide you the win
Turn a blind eye to the mainstream
Cut to the gangreen they don't want a mind full of sin
Obviously everybody want a fame but ain't really tripping
Not gon say nobody get up on ma face
Always hit a person with a cane
Everybody always get in running like a rats in a race
N***a face it
When i see you n shit you dont got to become so evasive
Blood ah from the matrix mopping the floor with them drops
And pop up better show and get wasted

I could just taste it
Push the right button get the knife cutting like im Jason
And im spose to be at the bar all night with the straight jacket no chasing
No patience
Kill everybody on your leve no hesitation
I done wage war with the mainstream
And Got name dates and locations
Notacions
I have it up to here walking back and forth pacing
And i really don't wanna be kind i spend all my time with the mind racing
Temptation
Tell me ready to kill i murder hurt em with the verbals
And constantly contemplating kill or jumping n***as like a hurdel
Got pain written on my face they might be twenty deep but im down
Better check when you bring your neck and have respect for the underground


Put your fist up for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground

Put your fist up for the underground

We spitting real fucking lyrics
We taking ova
Gimmie Crown