Lyrics Strictly Underground - Awon

I′m a hip-hop head
I eat, sleep, and shit beats
Spit heat complete
A whole album in one week
Criminal Minded and Ready to Die
My life is Illmatic
Full of static so I
Walk like a Panther
They In Fear of a Black Planet
That's Digable cause the whole world
Is Bobby Digital
College Dropout with A
Reasonable Doubt for me
Not to make it
Only the hot hated
A Midnight Marauder
My Low End Theory
Is An Extinction Level Event
The people hear me
Miseducated by the Electric Circus
Like Water for Chocolate
And Under the Surface
I′m one if God's Sons
Spitting the Blue Print
I know the streets Hunger for More
Of that new shit
The Power of the Dollar
Keeps me Paid in Full
And your favorite rapper
Probably kicking major bull

They say I'm strictly underground
Everybody in this game is gutter now
So the check one two and you don′t stop
The beat drops keep on

They say I′m strictly underground
Everybody in this game is gutter now
So the check one two and you don't stop
The beat drops keep on

I Love the Dough
And don′t get it twisted
Niggas Hustle Hard
For the Love Below
To put rims on a Lac
Blasting the Speaker Box
Used to blow The Chronic
But I got Detoxed
My Hard Knock life
Got Adventures like Slick Rick
Chicks Hardcore
Got em loving stiff dick
It was Written like freestyle Friday
Supreme Clientele
Up and down the highway
Only Built 4 Cuban Links
And big trucks
Paid the Cost to be the Boss
And get bucks
So I Reflect Eternal
And examine Quality
Black on Both sides is my philosophy
Its Organized Confusion
When I Come Clean
So Enta Da Stage and crush scenes
Nuff teens scream hands up
Nuck if you Buck
Keep chick beef like DMX and Kurupt

They say I'm strictly underground
Everybody in the game is gutter now
On the check one two and you don′t stop
The beat drops keep on

They say I'm strictly underground
Everybody in the game is gutter now
On the check one two and you don′t stop
The beat drops keep on

I'm the Reason The Truth is told
Resurrect like Life After Death
When the tech explodes
And Walk With Jesus
Back for the First time
Spitting the first four bars
Of my first rhyme
I spit that Flava in ya Ear
I don't play
My Little Brother got Mama′s Gun
Around the way
Ridin Dirty with
A Pocket Full of Stones
Saying everything twice
Like Mike Jones
I write poems 3 times Dope
A 100 Miles and Running off one note
Strictly Business
Witness the mayhem
Confessions of Fire
When I spray men
You′ll sell a unit like Made Men
Revolutionary but Gansta
So Let's Get Free
All the streets need is a hot emcee
From Harlem World to Mecca
And back to Medina
Toting 36 Chambers of the fever

They say I′m strictly underground
Everybody in this game is gutter now
So the check one two and you don't stop
The beat drops keep on

They say I′m strictly underground
Everybody in this game is gutter now
So the check one two and you don't stop
The beat drops keep on