I put the d inside the underground,
It stand for dick watchu want I can spell it out,
U n d e r lord how does that sound now,
They want my ass to day some more well I’ll show em what ima bout,
From NorCal not south,
Where they run they mouth, 
Where they dress the same,
rap the same, 
All the same do it for the clout,
Love and hate to my town,
You’ve been rats out moused,
Ima the underdog to the game ballin out showin up all of the doubt,
Ha ha, 
Hope they see me now,
Ha yeah,
On my shit like wow,
Nah nah,
We ain’t g shit brah,
Nah yeah,
All you fakes act foul,
First off,
Just stop,
Got these pedos in the underground cuck,
Tryna fuck,
Get fucked,
You a cunt,
Wassup,
Like its Machel Jackson sex dungeon,
Drop the best tape in the fuckin underground,
While you date rape everybodys fuckin sound,
Im so motha fuckin done time to air it out,
They gon know my fuckin name aint no fuckin doubt BITCH!

lil bitch I’m rolling fronto,
Don’t smoke around me no swisher sweets,
Ima need that shit like pronto,
If it ain’t about money than it ain’t about me,
Kill the beat than I bury that shit 6 ft,
Lil bitch it’s freak da geek,
came from da grave I ain’t come from da streets,
Cooking up anyone who wants the beef,
Ryuuk got my back so I don’t ever need a friend bitch,
You the type to switch up what you said and make amends quick,
Looking so possessed like exorcist I make my head spin,  
Riding wit my brothers i don’t ever need protection,
This my confession,
You bitches will not get mention,
You temporarily flexin,
Better go and count all your blessings,
Rapping w no motive no message,
Lil bitch my pen is the leverage,
To find my way out the matrix,
Wit the words I’m not one to play wit,
Smoke thru the night cause I’m stressed bitch,
Pass it to the left,
Pass it to the left,
Cut thru to neck taking breaths bitch,
Feeling like I need a SOS bitch,
Smoke thru the night cause I’m stressed bitch,
Pass it to the left,
Pass it to the left,
Cut thru to neck taking breaths bitch,
Feeling like I need a SOS bitch,
SOS Bitch,
SOS Bitch,
Feelin like I need an SOS bitch,
SOS Bitch,
SOS Bitch,
Feelin like I need an SOS bitch!

UNDERLORD

SOS - FT. FREAK (PROD. GODZAY KATANA)

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ft the GANGY 
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2CHAINZ Ft. RainingLol - monte, CIGMIXXXXX

pt 1 prod. landfill 
pt 2 prod. solsa

prod. landfill

Ima rob the next old lady that look at me like I'm finna
I was the kid that died
Picking up pieces I planned it I jammed it inside
Fuck an og 
this beat was made for me
Got em runnin off
Witout no feet
I got jumped by a group of amputees
Spider gang finna trample like a stampede
No cap on my scalp, no bowler hat
Don’t move wit no jokes, already told em that
I be big blastin in a spider tank
I need mo ammo where da mortars at
Y’all record the past, I make big blasts I’m outsourcin that
I be sellin more while y’all tellin more
You a corp of rats, I am so bored of that

I’m gon punch in I know somethin that you don’t, winged boy broke
Hoes
Dust him with low effort, leave em souls severed, I ain’t gotta post
Those
Flex bullshit, no rent holdin
Gon up poles n blow wit no control
Collect most of the best tokens
Ain’t pressed, hoping for the best
Slow it all down

Down

I set the earth on fire where the sun don’t shine x4
Send em all down

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prod. solsa

popcorn up inside my lungs
I’ve had enough

Y’all got plug but no power
...
Y’all got high but no time
...

I’m onna trunk smokin animals
Please do not pick up a camera
When I eat a sandwich
can’t micromanage em
Lookin like lights in my eyes I don’t wanna die
I tend to burn inside but I ain’t permafried
I did acid at least 20 times by now
Cryin my eyes out
I don’t like no one outside now
I keep it tight
Where it doesn’t get bright
And we fightin to find out
What’s the move
8 leggers really comin thru
Pummel you

Bust a move, the luck is brutal
Touch, in tune, for cups of soup
What’s the move

Huh... You tell me, who else sees, first to breathe and first to speak
Watch me screamin as I please, as I was raised, I’m of the breed, uncomfortably

. . everybody fiendin for uniqueness
they think I don’t see them, I defeat. This.
egos be inflated for no reason
me owe shit to thee I don’t believe. It.

You won’t do it it’s impossible
...
Take a risk and get illogical
...
Solsa beats sound like some pots and bowls
...
Spider gang, your homies not as bold
...
I’m in trash x3
I’m in the dumpster
I’m finna bump my own shit
To sleep
I’m finna love what I writ
You sleep
You is a crackhead
You tweak
You in the past tense 
You weak
You can get better 
Just try
You better live ‘fore
You die

I don’t wanna rap

she sells sea shells, send it for retail
he sells details, peddle a piece, fail
breathe tales, we sell, stealin a weed scale
prevail, machina, joke stale, stoppin us 
we die, defy, everyone denied
these guys treat life sweet as a creampie
need time, keep bright, I cannot see right
be blind, breathe my semen, don’t read my lyrics

Do it for emotion I don’t do it for appearance 
I don’t need nobody clearance, I’m a spirit
I can phase thru walls
Want a fade, who brawl
What a waste, you stall
It’ll break you all
Pick another poison, don’t gotta pretend you hear it
I need everybody’s spirits, it’s a currency in lothric
Y’all gon make my cock spit
Seminally toxic
If I gotta mock them
Open up my logic

Pickle and peddle you sick you and you settle for less than a head
And an arm and a leg, ain’t as far as you think
Lost in a purpose and poppin for certain you coppin a verse and you droppin a burden cause y’all get carried
Battle for style, you rap for a title, I rap to revive, you cappin to rivals, you shat on the tile
Sparing and tall, you scary and small, you buried it all, preparing to scald, too wary to fall

SCORCHER (PROD. LANDFILL/SOLSA)

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