U.C.P.A.S.

We don't make no damn Mickey Mouse music

FTS, the crew

What you wanna do?

FTS, the crew

Underground, pig shit

They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit

I need land, a place where no money is spent

I kick back and live life immaculate

You say underground, pig shit

They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit

I need land, a place where no money is spent

I kick back and live life immaculate

Exchange data, no contact, no matter

Eternally you'll find information to be God sent

The soul, my body's being spent like some dope shit

All the way from across the Atlantic Ocean

See I can't help but talk about the way my people been raped

But about now, I'm 'bout to set some shit straight

To all you late bloomers and early consumers

Ignore the rumors who has made the whole nation backslide

To homicide, almost a damn near genocide

We all need to check our soul inside

Have you ever seen a human body landslide?

How 'bout some tanks doing a drive-by?

Or Obama dropping napalm from way high?

We don't live but sometimes we got to die

The whole world's about to bow, man that ain't no lie

You better find yourself before yourself take all your time

One more time now

Underground, pig shit

They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit

I need land, a place where no money is spent

I kick back and live life immaculate

You say underground, pig shit

They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit

I need land, a place where no money is spent

I kick back and live life immaculate

It got to be hot to me, a cop to me

Could burn to hell, rebel

They don't swell like the pressure, pester

Even leave you messed up, shaking that shit for free

Ooh, icy cold to live for free

Deliver the slippin' when wet, the boy's death

Check out the hot pivot

It got you flipping while it's slipping

They hit me, the cops hit you

'Cause it get you so goddamn pumped

Bang that wild shit, we goddamn from

Rap so stylish, sick

Witch like 59 dollar shit

Hit you like the Spice Girls

Finger licking, kicking

Savory, flary, exhibition

Use the land, Africa, Africa listen

Listen, uh, bring it back now

Underground, pig shit

They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit

I need land, a place where no money is spent

I kick back and live life immaculate

You say underground, pig shit

They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit

I need land, a place where no money is spent

I kick back and live life immaculate

Do you feel it?

I can feel it

Now if this party was a class, I'd be the teacher

It's FTS and the crew, a double feature

Now if this party was a car, I'd be the driver

I'm rapping third, the mic is smelling like saliva

The emperor of that motherfucker's ass naked

What's that you hiding when you had your last banking?

It's not surprising how from both those who are rising

It's police on the horizon

They been there all along, make you sure that they disguising

The po-po's supposed to keep the peace

They gotta make the most money increase

You never seen a police break the strike

By hitting the balls with his retirement pipe

And you ain't never gon' see one

But when we take over it's gon' be pumping like rerun

Huh, boots from the cool like the dark like a coke

Much love to my focus on aces and jokes

Underground, pig shit

They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit

I need land, a place where no money is spent

I kick back and live life immaculate

You say underground, pig shit

They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit

I need land, a place where no money is spent

I kick back and live life immaculate

FTS, the crew

Haha

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