Letras
Are you ready for the Undergods?
I'm a caveman Valentine oversaturated with rhymes
The Undergod calibrated the design
For extraordinary intrepidity and gallantry on the mic
I'mma spit like this for life, aight
Night vision goggles on, spit Mission Impossible song
Microphone check, monitors on
Y'all step into the zone, in the zone there's no turning back home
Stranded alone when machines implode
This is primal instinct spit, get your spinal disk kicked
Nobody goes harder than this
Reaction beyond ration, anything can happen
Anybody rapping knows they can't get past it
The beat get bodied, trashed and blasted
Bone fragments, early stages of microphone madness
Terminator telecommunications about usual statements
And conversations about who's the greatest
Rise of the Machine, Keith Murray, Canibus, nah'mean?
The Undergods, Undergods, Rise of the Machine
Rise of the Machine, Rise of the Machine
Yo, this shit is monsterous, Bis
Damn, who'da ever thunk, bumpin' in your trunk
Keith Murray, Canibus, burnin' out, what the fuck?
Tryin' to prevent us from coming through is like
Sprayin' deodorant on the Gilla House underarm funk
Defeatin' the purpose, we still gon' bump
You shakin' and nervous, I see you a punk
But we don't want beef, don't hold no grudges
We tired of dealin' with cops, DA's, lawyers and judges
Death of the Terminator, new jack exterminator
Nitra, I'll experiment on you later
Mark the road less traveled, avoiding the gavel
We can build or destroy, whatever have you
We the dominator factor, factors flow morbid
Rage of universe, put planets in orbit
Styles come from hard learned wisdom
Mean, now witness the rise of the Machine
Rise of the Machine
Rise of the Machine
Rise of the Machine
Rise of the Machine
Picture the scene, spit a sixteen, your fingers smell like nicotine
Before you touch the controls wash your hands clean
A human being with dreams that can only be seen
By a machine with a LRAD screen
Engine, engine number eight
We watch you take hip-hop to another place
If you wanna hear the Undergods on the track
Mix it up, mix it up, mix it up
Back from the dead, hot chili pepper red
Addicted to prescription meds, lookin' at the world through my lens
I can rap, but it's gonna take more than that
In fact, naturally it takes everything I lack
It's that monkey that I can't seem to get off my back
It's that unprovoked savage chimpanzee attack
What's a tangible way to put it?
Can I kill you with a frangible bullet?
We'll find out when I pull it, pull it
Rise of the Machine
Rise of the Machine
Rise of the Machine
Rise of the Machine