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Verse 1

Put me in a fight with a bear and I'll roar
Put me in a race with an eagle, watch me soar
Put me in a mask, watch me kick in the door
Put me in position, put this dick in your whore
Non fiction galore, no friction, southern diction
No southern hospitality, visitors come up missin'
Hidden is on a mission, impossible like Cruise
You can't get his attention, even if you go buy views
Sharp sabers will slice through any fables that hide you
Lying big notorious, you ready to die, shoot
Take a look in my eye, magic medicine my proof
Catch you walking round the fair, care to step into my booth
Can you step into my madness
I imagine not, mind well beyond the average
Joe, not G.I., still savage though
Best friends with sound waves, Ravage flow

Verse 2

Yo, I stand tall like a tower
Head high, He-Man shit, I have the power
You softer than white powder, fake dope, white flour
All killer, no filler, deliver the mic flowers
Deliver the right vowels, verbs and terminology
Descriptive with nouns, these words won't stop calling me
Urban psychology, gotta be slanging dope
Put the marker to the paper, light the spliff take a toke
Make you choke, like the cinnamon challenge, you dumb millennial
Many lives through the centuries, live in different millenniums
Hard like obsidian, Hidden is like stone
To the kids listening this is not to be tried at home
Kurt Cobain flows, shot then you die alone
When this hurricane blows, get struck like a xylophone
Get sunk, stuck going down with the battle ship
Fuck with us, and end up surrounded by savages

Verse 3

This a bear fight, fight barefoot like a wild-ling
Sharp claws, strong jaws, looking like a vile thing
Rhyming so violently, crowds never silence me
Hidden put himself out on tracks, taste the irony
Ha, brace for the sarcasm
If your shit is massive, then mine's gargantuan
If you claiming rebel, then I'm Cardassian
Completely different level and you could hardly fathom it
Not magic, mathematics, the truth is numbers
A world like the matrix, welcoming all comers
HRS collective consciousness, coming to move others
Individual minds lost, vessels with two rudders
We are Borg, sci-fi references aside
HRS Affiliates recruiting, step into this ride
So high, every rhyme and rhythm bangs deep
Restless, written words reckless, when HiddenRoad speaks


from The Underworld, released September 11, 2019
Written & Performed by Hidden
Produced by Uncle Bungle
Mixed & Mastered by MatrixAudio
HRSUnderground, LLC 2019


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