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Dark Energy
02:47
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Everybody, stand back, get the gat, bust loud
What now, I shut ‘em the fuck down
Coming with the energy, first place bound
Might fuck a bitch-ass up, face down
Get plowed, dog chow, you chicken like kung pow
Stay hidden, how I’m living, step up get struck, bow
You just a schmuck, no honor, no nuts, no glory
Blades cut, so gory, chained sluts, so horny
Sick fuck, all I know is guts and dark stories
Stone tough, no compassion, no fluff top forty
This is raw, uncut, hip hop, underground
Show up, sew it up, so dope with the sounds
No clowns, but I bring the circus to your town
Don’t doubt it how we spread the sickness all around
Black plague, poison minds same time as the well
Dark energy, dark lord spitting rhymes out of hell
Dark energy, dark lord spitting rhymes out of hell
Dark energy
Sanskrit rhythm, sandstorm how I hit ‘em
Forewarned, war horns, sound off for the villains
Feet up how we chillin’ still strapped to the ceiling
See I rap just to kill ‘em, for real it’s no feelings
No emotion for the childrens, it’s kill or be killed bitch
HRS a brick wall, always fuck a deal bitch
Magic shit, like poof, disappear bitch
Hands up to the roof, pockets empty on the chair bitch
Cough it up or call the bluff, be fuckin’ fearless
Musket barrel loaded up for buccaneer shit
Bla-ka bla-ka, in the bay we commandeer ships
Gold teeth, gold fangs, gold wheel that I steer with
Gold like a throne, hold microphone, flow lighting glow
Go hyper yo, blow fire bro, smoke like I’m Jo
A no go, inside shit
Never read my mind, no bitch
Dark energy, dark energy
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Bus(t) Back
02:33
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Navigation on, blunt blowing out the window
Pistol in my lap, on the way to score some endo
Smoke, smoke, smoke, on another level like Nintendo
High as fuck with Beretta nano, with extend-o
Put you in a box like bento, if you gassed up, pinto
Come to Texas, gun-play leave you dead in Palo Pinto
Wild West, we gun slang, boomerang, we bust back
Shred of dignity remains, let it hang by a thumbtack
I bust at a dumb rat, dumb rat
If you bustin’ I bust back, bust back
I bust at a dumb rat, dumb rat
If you bustin’ I bust back, bust back
Click clack, click clack, click clack
If you frontin’ then get back, get back
Get to bustin’ I bust back, bust back
I bust at a dumb rat, dumb rat
Yo hold up, who that it was said that Hidden was falling off
Murder won’t call it off, burning like Molotov
Fuck all the poppin’ off, serving like volleyball
Turn ‘em to polliwogs,
Not concerned about all of y'all
Let me rephrase, I’m burning some haze
A lot of shit changed, but one thing the same
(Still) fuck what you say
I’m staying in my own lane
Only playing in my own game
Staying hidden like my own name
Couldn't give a fuck about what ho’s say
I bust at a dumb rat, dumb rat
If you bustin’ I bust back, bust back
I bust at a dumb rat, dumb rat
If you bustin’ I bust back, bust back
Click clack, click clack, click clack
If you frontin’ then get back, get back
Get to bustin’ I bust back, bust back
I bust at a dumb rat, dumb rat
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Go Hyper
01:52
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Put my fist through the wall
Dark sith, fuck ‘em all
Line of scrimmage, run the ball
To the finish, standing tall
I am raw, you come at me sideways I’m pulling my sidearm
Then pow, don’t give a fuck if you like me or not
Apply any pressure, I’m likely to pop bitch
Adding your name to the top of my list
Don’t try to play you were talking that shit
I’m a man if I’m nothing, not walking away
Your man is a pussy, he gotta be gay
Hey, I got something to say
Spit from the heart, I got nothing to gain
Keep moving momentum, I bust through the frame
If you fucking with me leave you stuck in the flames
Hyper, Go Hyper
Hyper, Hyper, Go Hyper
Hyper, Hyper, Hyper, Hyper
Hyper, Hyper, Go Hyper
Hyper, Hyper, Hyper, Hyper
Hyper, Hyper, Go Hyper
Hyper, Hyper, Hyper, Hyper
Hyper, Hyper, Go Hyper
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Magic Show
01:58
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Hidden on the track, heavy metal, click clack
Treat the beat like my ho, I facefuck her till she gag
Steady cruisin’, Cadillac, yo, true ally cat
Underground in the caves in the sewers and the rats
I still remember how it felt when I didn't have shit
Couldn't deal, put in the work like fuck this rap shit
Now I’m back with some cash and a stack of the good shit
Walk the line, make me snap I go back on hood shit
I’m from Texas, best believe I got enough guns for it
Send bullets at your feet, yo, run forest
Run for it, run for it, run for it
Packin’ chrome, cracking bones
Walking death, catacombs
Savage flow, let me welcome you to the magic show
And I’m sawing these bitches in half
Who’d have thought superstition was fact
Witches and wizards, exposing her innards
As I’m collecting the blood for my bath
Me and apostles we entered a pact
Enter the devil whenever I rap
All the impostors they call me a monster
And they won’t stop giving me flack
But fuck ‘em, fuck fuck fuck e’m
Leave ‘em gushing like an oil spill
Rap perfection like collections
Left stuck up in the foil still
Flesh creatures, so disgusting, mechanical to the core
I detest the simple minds, dip my mandibles in the gore
Not standing this shit no more, anti-social I’m swinging swords
HRS overlord, raise the beacon and bring the hordes
To your shores
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Fading
01:38
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No more waiting, time to watch it start fading
Contemplating hell or Hades, hot or shady
Welcome ladies
Levitating minds fly away, conversating
With the demons and the angels, always readily debating
Cantankerously aging as the days go by
Holy rollers on the side keep saying don’t die
Take your prayers up the ass, hail mary, don’t ask
Run fast, double barrel shotgun go blast
Bleed out, breathe in, breathe out, it begins
Cease and desist, we must cease to exist
Seek it deeply we sin, release the beast that’s within
Join the feast, steal the eggs, then eat the hen
Walk on in, grab a seat time to eat
Time to die or time to lie, will you let me ride the beat
Stomp your feet, stomp your feet
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Ride the beat, ride the beat
No more waiting
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HRSUnderground Fort Worth, Texas
Hardcore Hip-Hop / Rap over dope beats that go BANG.
For years, HiddenRoad & M-Acculate
scoured the underground to assemble TONS of gritty albums and songs featuring themselves and other like minded rappers and producers from around the world. Culminating with the 2022 release of Hidden Underground 4, one story has officially come to its end; and yet, a new book begins..
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