[Verse 1]
Underground rhyming I follow the cadence timing
At five and a quarter fivin' a disk and a modem drive and
A fan, heat-sink, northbridge and a mouse pad
I know that since I gone and lived near NORAD
Predispositioned to a mission of fun
A little make it rain baby in the name of the sun
A little make it rain baby under the earth
Straight through to the earth core underground turf war
Its the birth of the new movement improvement
Assume that I'm leaking the phat tracks like coolant
Park your amusement and do that six flags capture
Hackers get on the Internet and speak on the rapture
Second coming of the Spam God and damn God
Space got us flying high underground but in the sky
High five for the cat five
And a phat drive and a quarter of weed
[Hook]
Underground sewer Spamtec the manure
Spamtec running through a buncha fakes
Underground sewer YTCracker gonna do ya
YTCracker one and twoll set you straight
Underground sewer Spamtec the manure
Spamtec running through a buncha fakes
Underground sewer YTCracker gonna do ya
YTCracker one and twoll set you straight
[Verse 2]
Encode transmissions for my soldiers below
For my people at the end of time ground control
Major Tom got the hydro bomb
Barack Drobama - I'm high so I pause like a comma
Tick-tock
Yea I'm still high on Barack
Dear Mr. President its evident I'm ape shit
So let me fill you in on my mission statement
I'm a time-traveling dabbling spammer man
Phantom menace diagnosed on the beaches of Venice
Got the info shorty so just holla at p. nis
Science office of the starship I am a chemist
Yea I save lives with the physics
Yea I save lives with my underground tribe
Never die I'm a legend on earth and in heaven
A step in the right direction (change)
[Repeat Hook]
[Verse 3]
Can't nann nary a soul argue
That the bots ain't trying to starve you
That the bots ain't forced you to race on the bike course
Bots ain't controlled your life
In the future I've seen bots rule supreme
If you can rule the bots you can get that cream
Get that gil spam a couple of mil
From ya underground base tucked into the hill
Can't nann nary a soul argue
That the bots ain't trying to starve you
That the bots ain't forced you to race on the bike course
Bots ain't controlled your life
In the future I've seen bots rule supreme
If you can rule the bots you can get that cream
Get that gil spam a couple of mil
From ya underground base tucked into the hill