the intro to this song was spit in a freestyle (the first big chunk) Underground I'm underground yo, I'm talkin' six feet where the wind don't blow and there ain't shit to eat but I can still move my feet kick out a sick beat to spit to rhymin's like playin' uno, dog I just skipped yo no I don't have an LP but if I did it would skip too and you wouldn't buy it anyway because you know I'll gip you not to offend any gypsies in the house I confess, I myself have been cast out internal conflicts you can see have been dragged out just some shit I used to love to rap about but not anymore, I'm so underground I don't spit Indepedent to the max never had a job I didn't quit never heard a beat I couldn't get never been passed an L I wouldn't hit never been scared by the smell of your bullshit don't stand when you battle me, make like a real dog and sit down boy, you're in my personal space but if you wanna stay mad you could replace my blank journal space yeah I keep a diary but you can't read it because it's all just tallies of MC's I've defeated I don't stay high dog I'm permanently weeded harvesting rhymes my experiences have seeded yeah you rapped that line but I expertly MC'd it never made a dollar off my rhyme skills couldn't pay the clock off and in the end time kills thought you were killing it? I know, me too but time ain't got nowhere to be and you do good thing I've got a sportscar too bad the headlight's broken only got three hubcaps and that window stays open and the doors don't lock so I'm always gettin' jacked and my laundry's behind you so bitch don't lean back people see me ridin', hatin' assumin' I'm a chump but they know for sure two blocks later when I'm askin' for a jump I'm underground yo I'm talkin' six feet I'm underground yo I'm talkin' six feet - feel like some parts might be missing from that, I'm doing it from memory since I can't get to my xanga. here's some freestyles Tomtom, been spittin' since before I could read blast sucka MCs with ill lines and roll weed at the same time twist up the trees like your drink with some lime been tokin' some time, still manage to spit rhymes though and break timezones supersonic hydroponic or you could just call it hydro load the chronic in the bong and give me a light yo might get nasty when I spit never tryna fight though keep it peaceful and legit blowin' Ls all night yo hazin' out the room till you're like damn where'd the light go once again fast like jet lag you'll be like damn where's the time go? - YBTT, straight illin' from the start 1987 up-hillin' just tryna get the part rhymes so fast they've been none to stop a heart or two leave your skin baby blue double check my shoes cuz I'm stompin' true all the haters I've dissed still don't know what to do shit I know they're pissed probably a little confused because it's hard admitting a fat white boy raps better than you do better than Luda, his l's are too loose better than Snoop when I'm on gin n' Juice but I gotta give to these underground dudes only a little better than Papoose, Pa-poose - Tomtom, blows lines like you blow cocaine always comin' on strong like a coal train lyrical flow growin' long like Rogaine comin' down hard like a cold rain wanna battle me I guess you wanna know pain and afterwards I'm chillin with a L in the slow lane bust million dollar rhymes yo you can keep the change because I keep the ladies sayin' "damn, Tommy got game" because I keep it different, inconsistently the same like Doom, coincidentally insane and Madman reminds me, one last thing don't forget ALL CAPS when you spell my fuckin' name. - tell me what you think... I don't rap about sellin' coke and ecstacy and all my guns because that's not actually what I do, so if you're hear to say "Man these make you seem like a bitch" then fuck off because rapping's not about all that shit just like painting's not all about impressionism.
