Underground by Tier On3 Lyrics
Verse 1- (Tier On3)
You gotta be my friend by acting safe
My devil comes alive at rapid rates
Dude I'm begging to be on your ratchet tape
Get on this beat I’m taking shots and fapping straight
Incinerated bars in acid rain
Try to keep up with my scattered pace
Even bird has to bring me down after class
Like we need a white kid in rapping games
Bones in my closet with my narcotics
Depict my rawness by my harmonics
My punch lines are backed up by hydraulics
Strange squadron aiming at the sky fallen
Nail his coffin with a dying solvent
Rappers can't realize that i'm talking
Sent you a link to my video and
Your like oh yeah man its so psychotic
It’s so dope its so sick
I need a diagnosis
Doc says its not normal
To have my tongue and throat singed
Take away the natural pain
By burning lines upon the ocean
Pen strokes I jot a phrase
With bursting wine & devils poison
Don't come up to me and congratulate
When your fans don't have to evaluate
Time and money that I collaborate
You don’t know what it means to assassinate
You try to bring me down a place
All ya doing is charging round my hate
Its giving me absolute power
Stating that some day I'm gonna eradicate
Chorus- 1
I hear voices in my head in my head
Should i stay alive or drop dead or drop dead
Lay with fear low in my bed in my bed
They're coming after me again
All these Voices in my head
They try to kick me down kick me down
But they won't succeed
When i'm mixing 20 sounds
I expect to be confound be confound
I'm burning up with holy vengeance
Time to lay em underground
Verse 2- (Tier On3)
I made a couple tweaks to woo her
I chose to put in new work
This new me Tier On3
Raise hell out through the roof burst
I had to make a couple changes
Studied up and comprehend up new words
I gotta speed it up on my own process
Make a comp disc so I can get out the hot pit
So on the first try I can bomb this
I feel complete by being on your top list
Go to party and drink up with a hot bitch
But its not what I should really talk about
Pause and shout, rock the crowd
Don't go to your road and walk around
Pick up the phone and call your wife and kids
You never know when the cops will sound
You have no idea what a budgets bout
It’s a hard life when you gotta suck it out
Dig my own grave with my own couplet vows
Gods verbals please don't touch it now
All the sins equal
Sobriety Integrated with Natural Substance wow
Non-fictional facts are clearer now
Right at you from a mirrors frown
Different music tasting
Keeping us apart with segregation
Haters are a part of delegations
Go to mock me in my education
Knock your wig off like a decoration
But with a Bic point penetration
All of my souls gloomy deformation
Will pay off in the haters booing desperation's
Chorus- 2
Bridge- (Tier On3)
In this game I’m not worried about fitting in the fame
I’m here to do me and intend to be dipping in the strange
If I’m going down you go down with me and the pain
And if that don't make sense heres another theory from the brain
Verse 3- (Cerebral)
Yep another theory from the mind
And a next a thing of ecstasy
It shivers up your spine
In time
You'll take those words you spoke to spite me
And wake up pissed one day because you've grown to be just like me
These devils horns just might be
A burning lonely crown
A fallen angel loses faith
The day he hits the ground
A halo on his head but soon
The devil he would speak
Forever wicked shepard
Wandered lost among the sheep
The air is going stagnant
Your arrogance deceased
The heir is so apparent
The beast was underneath
Become I double dare you
Or stay a crooked thief
Consume the apparition
Sanity then ceased to be
My mind goes heavenly
While my eyes teem ebany
And my voice bleeds serenity
And the chords release the hell in me
Now my severity
Mixed with better clarity
Would undergo
Drastic transformation now I'm breaking in the afterglow
I bleed music and I'm drowning in the reverie
Turn it up burn it down killer track every-time
Chorus- 3
You gotta be my friend by acting safe
My devil comes alive at rapid rates
Dude I'm begging to be on your ratchet tape
Get on this beat I’m taking shots and fapping straight
Incinerated bars in acid rain
Try to keep up with my scattered pace
Even bird has to bring me down after class
Like we need a white kid in rapping games
Bones in my closet with my narcotics
Depict my rawness by my harmonics
My punch lines are backed up by hydraulics
Strange squadron aiming at the sky fallen
Nail his coffin with a dying solvent
Rappers can't realize that i'm talking
Sent you a link to my video and
Your like oh yeah man its so psychotic
It’s so dope its so sick
I need a diagnosis
Doc says its not normal
To have my tongue and throat singed
Take away the natural pain
By burning lines upon the ocean
Pen strokes I jot a phrase
With bursting wine & devils poison
Don't come up to me and congratulate
When your fans don't have to evaluate
Time and money that I collaborate
You don’t know what it means to assassinate
You try to bring me down a place
All ya doing is charging round my hate
Its giving me absolute power
Stating that some day I'm gonna eradicate
Chorus- 1
I hear voices in my head in my head
Should i stay alive or drop dead or drop dead
Lay with fear low in my bed in my bed
They're coming after me again
All these Voices in my head
They try to kick me down kick me down
But they won't succeed
When i'm mixing 20 sounds
I expect to be confound be confound
I'm burning up with holy vengeance
Time to lay em underground
Verse 2- (Tier On3)
I made a couple tweaks to woo her
I chose to put in new work
This new me Tier On3
Raise hell out through the roof burst
I had to make a couple changes
Studied up and comprehend up new words
I gotta speed it up on my own process
Make a comp disc so I can get out the hot pit
So on the first try I can bomb this
I feel complete by being on your top list
Go to party and drink up with a hot bitch
But its not what I should really talk about
Pause and shout, rock the crowd
Don't go to your road and walk around
Pick up the phone and call your wife and kids
You never know when the cops will sound
You have no idea what a budgets bout
It’s a hard life when you gotta suck it out
Dig my own grave with my own couplet vows
Gods verbals please don't touch it now
All the sins equal
Sobriety Integrated with Natural Substance wow
Non-fictional facts are clearer now
Right at you from a mirrors frown
Different music tasting
Keeping us apart with segregation
Haters are a part of delegations
Go to mock me in my education
Knock your wig off like a decoration
But with a Bic point penetration
All of my souls gloomy deformation
Will pay off in the haters booing desperation's
Chorus- 2
Bridge- (Tier On3)
In this game I’m not worried about fitting in the fame
I’m here to do me and intend to be dipping in the strange
If I’m going down you go down with me and the pain
And if that don't make sense heres another theory from the brain
Verse 3- (Cerebral)
Yep another theory from the mind
And a next a thing of ecstasy
It shivers up your spine
In time
You'll take those words you spoke to spite me
And wake up pissed one day because you've grown to be just like me
These devils horns just might be
A burning lonely crown
A fallen angel loses faith
The day he hits the ground
A halo on his head but soon
The devil he would speak
Forever wicked shepard
Wandered lost among the sheep
The air is going stagnant
Your arrogance deceased
The heir is so apparent
The beast was underneath
Become I double dare you
Or stay a crooked thief
Consume the apparition
Sanity then ceased to be
My mind goes heavenly
While my eyes teem ebany
And my voice bleeds serenity
And the chords release the hell in me
Now my severity
Mixed with better clarity
Would undergo
Drastic transformation now I'm breaking in the afterglow
I bleed music and I'm drowning in the reverie
Turn it up burn it down killer track every-time
Chorus- 3