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1.
Give a Fck 01:58
Verse If you don’t give a fuck about me, get the fuck from ‘round me Lost till I found me, Hidden Underground deep Rhythms in the soundscape, came to late I found hate Devastating groundbreaking revelation drowned fate Shit to deep, let me dumb it down for the sheep Back up fifty feet, get the fuck from ‘round of me I don’t give a fuck what you think, neither you or god can judge me I don’t sugar coat the truth, if you a slob I call you ugly I don’t drink so keep the bubbly, I am neither cute or cuddly Get to close to me and I’ll slice you up like Chucky, yo Rhyme it up like Chuck D, yeah it’s fuck you if its fuck me You might end up one that’s lucky, or you might just end up bloody Bring your lackeys, bring a buddy, twisted fuck, torture junkie Cut your wife after I cut me, fuck your wife after she suck me I don’t give a mother fuck if you still don’t get the message Get all in your mother’s guts with the lens, teach you a lesson If you mess with HRS, you got another thing coming Life mission underway, best believe you’ll see me gunning Never running, no defeat, we are coming, hear the feet Me and Drew heard the call, I bring the words, he brings the beats Disturbing folks with where my mind goes, make this music for the freaks Embrace the conflict as a concept, stand with me or face the beast Like fuck peace, either violent or the victim Modern concepts are false, only violence is the system If you don’t give a fuck about me, get the fuck from ‘round me Was lost till I found me, Hidden Underground deep If you don’t give a fuck about me, get the fuck from ‘round me Was lost till I found me, Hidden Underground deep
2.
Chorus 1 Been around like Methuselah, crown like I’m Zues ya Drown in the music, underground, hallelujah Hallelujah, deep down, call it scuba Stoned like Medusa, in the zone call me Buddha Bitches choose or lose, oh no I don’t choose hoes Nasty bitch slip the tongue, bite down like a bluenose No squares in the circle, big shit like sumo Randy Savage, faggots eat a dick like Bruno Verse 1 Let me make it clear, you cannot fuck with this Ominous sentences, Iconic shit like Schindler's list HRS syndicate, spinning rhymes vintage-ish Every breath intricate, twine to bind appendages You are swine to Hidden bitch, I am not finished yet Just begun to begin when I became a silhouette Don’t kill ‘em yet, kill ‘em yet, kill ‘em yet Killing yes, ‘till the death, ‘till the death White skulls, black holes, no soul, already dead Only thing that’s animated is the visions in my head No rest, no sleep, not until the beast is fed Eat the feast to find peace, so sick of seeing red Kill ‘em yes, kill ‘em yes, my whole life I been playing chess One move ahead of the rest, I will not stay in check It’s not out of respect that I’m not stealing yo’ girl I’m just busy every sec trying to kill the whole world Chorus 2 Been around like Methuselah, crown like I’m Zues ya Drown in the music, underground, hallelujah Hallelujah, deep down, call it scuba Stoned like Medusa, in the zone call me Buddha Bitches choose or lose, oh no I don’t choose hoes Nasty bitch slip the tongue, bite down like a bluenose No squares in the circle, big shit like sumo Randy Savage, faggots eat a dick like Bruno Verse 2 I promise, they come at me, shut ‘em down, shut em ‘out Get to poppin' that gun at me, bust them rounds, put ‘em down Buster Brown, I be up and down the strip No fake pistols for the set, I’m not fuckin’ clownin’ bitch I’m ‘bout this shit, I’m ‘bout this shit, run up quick and scalp a bitch Brain calculate like calculus, faster than falcon is Once I conquer the world and burn it down, I’m out this bitch Horrific mind, Auschwitz, twisted rhymes, allen wrench Sending out this hollow tips, I am oh so barbarous HRS, we are legion, stand together, Spartacus Ungodly gifts, evil demons staring, scheming for your soul Cut off your hands, turn out the lights, then I’m leaving you alone Ha ah ah ha Life hangs in the balance, it’s do or die You and I, we must lead the whole world to suicide Life hangs in the balance, it’s do or die You and I, we must lead the whole world to suicide Chorus 3 Been around like Methuselah, crown like I’m Zues ya Drown in the music, underground, hallelujah Hallelujah, deep down, call it scuba Stoned like Medusa, in the zone call me Buddha Bitches choose or lose, oh no I don’t choose hoes Nasty bitch slip the tongue, bite down like a bluenose No squares in the circle, big shit like sumo Randy Savage, faggots eat a dick like Bruno Suicide, suicide
3.
Guest List 02:17
Verse See the rhythm with my eyes closed, voices in the kitchen Reminiscent of a missive that’s written to be descriptive Techno vision in technicolor, video for the wretched Obsessed with yet another necklace, another precious Possessions bought with blood, slow rot below the earth Collections lost in mud, nobody knows their worth Since birth, been immersed in what this sound has to offer Aux in, one note can be a crown to a pauper Deep down in the coffer, past the silver, gold and copper Past the long buried coffins, lies the darkness of the author Phantom of the Opera, sewers, tunnels, caves, dungeons Save something, wrong assumption, you are nothing, save nothing Brave youngin’, blame someone for how you are and who you are You follow the laws of physics one day you’ll be a star So far out in space, we will supernova, explode in One big ball of fire, light the way, keep rowing ‘Till the boat rolls over, difference between death and sober Somber days, behind the hero’s mask the villain’s getting older All over, the time we shared, just a blip on the transceiver Transformer overload, power sucked away, anteater Eating photon-ic dinner, supersonic breakfast Big party for the heathen humans, guess whose on the guest list If you got no patience for the way things are, make your exit I can give you all the keys to life but can’t make you exist All over, all over
4.
Zone Out 02:48
Verse Take this weed to the dome, inhale deep then I zone out Getting high, getting high, pen and pad, put this dope down On paper, spit it on the mic later I do what I do, ain’t got no time to be a hater Operator, get low, get high Lose your spirit in the flow, tell them hoes goodbye Hit it, fly, in the sky, fuck the friction, Hidden glides Go outside, walk the pup, yeah, see me drifting by It’s a ride, yo what up, me, I’m getting by Said sedated with a grin, cause, I’m getting high Yo, I let it go for some years Hit the bottle, drunk as fuck, then it started coming clear I need that sticky eww eee, that’s all I really need Fuck the whiskey, fuck the ciggys, yeah green is the new me Pop a xan now and then but only to supplement A new strain might make me anxious need time to adjust to it Only true smokers know I zone out, I zone out, I zone out, I zone out
5.
Verse I’m from Fort Worth, Texas, Funky Town, Murder Worth AKA Panther city but never seen one on my turf This for my people way back in the day sippin' lean Smoking blunts, either that or E & J with the team Or bud ice, nothing nice, fucked up on some hoodlum-ish Busting shots in the sky, not give a fuck where the bullet hits And fuck pigs was the motto, I tagged it like a mug Life was simple then, either get drunk or take the drug Hit the streets now and then, slang some shit then hunker down Sometimes it get to hot, we moved around to another town Benbrook, but when the dust clear, you could see us coming down So much weed, so much blow like all we know in Funky Town Is slangin’, hangin’, bangin’, dirty south mind state Big shit like a boss, take the food from your plate What up Drew, what up, hey, U.K. to the south Lone star in the sky, chunk the deuces then I’m out Then I’m out

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HiddenRoad vs. A Dude Named Drew are back to lead The Whole World...

...to Suicide...

So grab a copy, sit back, and check out the devastating explosive energy wrapped up in this 5 track e.p.

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released February 22, 2019

Written & Performed by HiddenRoad
Produced by A Dude Named Drew
Mixed & Mastered by MatrixAudio
HRSUnderground, LLC 2019

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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.. ... more

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