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underground's finest - june marx lyrics

[intro]
living in a world of mistrust and suspicion can affect the mind
our world is complex and often dangerous

[verse 1: june marx]
i lit up a cigar like a billionaire in a skyscr-per
i’m back, hi hater
he was described as a stranger that had an odd vibe with a wild nature
cl-ssified paper, he had a fine dame from asia
liked to sip venetian wines with a wafer
his style’s greater, a natural at anything with a perfect try
bootlegs from chinatown was his first supply
after that he put the work in, emergin’ from out the underground where sharpshooters were lurkin’
he said the industry was full of sh-t so he remained independent
took a shot and the bullet hit
we used to have higher standards in rap
sk!lls, all that good sh-t
what the f-ck happened to that, huh
now we got rappers runnin’ ’round in skirts all emotional with their flows
i don’t know which is worse, it’s a freakshow with a creepy glow
new world order protocols but you don’t even really know, do you?
nor the magnitude of your actions, do you?
understand overcoming is crucial
the gems i drop are useful, the work is special
listen close ’cause it appears so simple on the surface level
but underneath is a treasure chest
you would never guess, it’s a dose of reality, no special effects
just a recipe, expressively deliver truth in the purest form
that weaponry is my speciality
for real the counter culture leader, i remain active
burn the industry, all that remains is ashes
so focus on the mission
they try to ban the truth from the m-sses like liquor during the prohibition
i’m like a stealth bomber carrying a weapon
moving undetected but still you feel my presence when the missiles hit their primary target
every time i write it means death for you lying -ss artists
with your fake backgrounds
throwaway verses
your album’s certified garbage, that sh-t is worthless

and if you think i’m hardcore, or my style is too abstract
i hope it confuses you more
and if you think i’m hardcore, or my style is too abstract
i hope it confuses you more

the art form i restore, keep it thoroughly pure
inevitably i will endure
you’re manufactured for the store
so when it’s time to face the cold facts, you’re the first one out the door

- june marx lyrics

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