Everybody rapping and talkin′ bout nothin'

Make mine a mic and a mind made manLyrics that resonate till you nod- understand?

Enough of the tough talk but kill the dance pop

What the heck ever happened to the real hip hop?

I′m guilty as sin for turnin my back on conscience

Responsible for killing the culture, to be honest

The foundation's have all been torn down

The old school cats have all been worn down

So I aim to step up and attempt to be flawless

And make good music like my name was Rawkus

A black thought that's mos def a black star

Learned it from my uncle while spitting in back yards

Mixed in with kids just to battle for fun

And realized from then that I was so in love

I used to love her, homie, and I still do

I am hip-hop, homie, how bout you?

Peace pulls the plug on the peoples pride

So it was no surprise that the hip-hop died

No conflict or cause were in these words

Just money, movement and getting the girls

Well my life′s not a video, it′s a drawn story

Pain and pleasure mixed with failure and glory

So I made a rap song before you could suggest

That I lost touch at doing what I do best

This break street boy feels oh so lovely

Writing a words worth song not dipped in money

Don't sweeten my voice- mess with my levels

Let it rock for my hip-hop demons and devils

Can′t bling bling

I'm the mainstream dream

Can′t bling bling

I'm the mainstream dream

Can′t bling bling

I'm the mainstream dream

Stay cool

Be the underground king

Stay-Stay cool

Be the underground king

Stay-Stay cool

Be the under ground king

Can't bling bling

Can′t-Can′t bling bling

I'm underground king

Underground king

To prove my point you wanna battle bring it on

We don′t have to wait, we can just cut off the whole song

Pull the instrumental out and go a cappella

Just to show you that I still got ya fella

I'm a hip-hop head and a hardcore lifer

Get up outta bed and headed straight for the cipher

Swig a bottle, coddle my girl get back to writing

Getting no mercy like a modern day Viking

Written spitten, hittin any different word

Nouns go downs the sounds out come a verb

Mic Versys for a reason, the name is complex

Like rap but also basic in context

It′s time we got back to letting the music speak

Or meet certain doom with no immortal technique

And if we lose the sales, the girls, and the money life

It doesn't matter, we just need two turntables and one mic

Can′t bling bling

I'm the mainstream dream

Can't bling bling

I′m the mainstream dream

Can′t bling bling

I'm the mainstream dream

Stay cool

Be the underground king

Stay-Stay cool

Be the underground king

Stay-Stay cool

Be the under ground king

Can′t bling bling

Can't-Can′t bling bling

I'm underground king

Underground king

Can′t bling bling

I'm the mainstream dream

Can't bling bling

I′m the mainstream dream

Can′t bling bling

I'm the mainstream dream

Stay cool

Be the underground king

Stay-Stay cool

Be the underground king

Stay-Stay cool

Be the under ground king

Can′t bling bling

Can't-Can′t bling bling

I'm underground king

Underground king

(Go Versys)

Mainstream dream

(What)

Underground king

(Go Versys)

Mainstream dream

(What)

Underground king

(Go Versys)

Mainstream dream

(What)

Underground king

(Go Versys)

Mainstream dream

(What)

Underground king