[Verse 1: Darius Mullin]

The goal is that they can't tell if it's cutting edge or throwback

A flashback cold snap, back to the boom bap

All this is just vanity but I'm cashing this clay

Call me Captain America: I can do this all day

Rappers out here grinding that probably could be A list

But instead of originality they're obsessed with playlist placements

Selling souls to make music that doesn't even sell well

DSPs created each artist's personal hell, well...

Never mind all that

Can't do this alone like Mario Kart: Double Dash!!

CHH ain't dead, just look how it thrives

Shout out to Uprok—this is Underground Rise

This is Small Business Saturday, support your local hip-hop

Take this drop and stick it in your ear or your laptop

Carlsbad Caverns with that underground view

That's why I had to grab some friends and give you round two

[Verse 2: Cliff JKSN]

Here to give you round deuce; woke up with the juice

Money real tight; habits real loose

Looking for the cash flow, found a little truth

Call a lot of shots but we never called a truce

Lightning like Zeus; always in cahoots

With a couple other masterminds, a couple other troops

Lacing up our boots; looking for the loot

On the road to riches had to choose another route

Money trees, green leaves, I been watering my roots

In the den with the thieves; no sleep 'cause what's the use

It's too much to produce; to not be on your grind

All the time is abuse, you miss what you never shoot

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a brother in a coupe

Don't explain, don't complain, just hussle and execute

It's way too much to gain for us not to see it through

It's game on top of game on top of game for round two

[Verse 3: Pacaso Ramirez]

I’ve been under, guerilla warfare gunner

Worship is my weapon, call me now the little drummer

Boy, what a wonder, slide through like butter

I speak my mind, catch my drift, did I, did I stutter

I came to bring the rain, you about to catch this thunder

20 billion rappers, but not all are doing numbers

Something’s gotta give, no pearls for the pigs

This is grown man rap, not meant for raising kids

In a creative biz, forgive me if I sound definitive

Trying to walk my walk like I’m following Leviticus

The problem is the interest is lacking inhibitions

But water’s known to evaporate like steam in photosynthesis

Class in session, and I ain’t even bring a syllabus

Nomad with backpack, disciple on a pilgrimage

Was lost at sea, but don’t treat me like I’m Gilligan

It’s often time to kill again, to die, so we can build again

[Verse 4: Zach Menshouse]

Visionary Tributary, never been the main stream

They say we kept a day job to supplement our day dreams

But y'all can spot the love for the game like a leopard heart

Ya'll can keep that gas, I'ma pass, like electric cars

Long before CHH had stars, we was wrecking bars

We was reppin hard, writing rhymes where the weapons are

Words heavy, broke levies of the reservoir

From the era where every parrot can't be a star

That a biter, ain't never needed a writer

If I wasn't rapping, we standing and handing flyers

Yeah, we treat the rhythm like David handle Goliath

And kill it for the King when nobody else would try it