Mr. Complex

Whoa...
Yeah, yeah, Mr. Complex...Tony Hawk style
Yeah, we gon do it like...from the underground...
From the underground...from the ...ground
Yo, uh!
[Verse One]
Who is it that spits fire, but doesnt smoke weed?
Whos about to take it all, but not overcome by greed
Its Complex, wit "Mr." in front, Ill bust your blister if you front
If its a trickster what you want, check the reflectable glass...
Cause in a second, Ill just be busting yo ASS...
Change your outlook, out the book, take off your head
You try to go off your head
Ill shook-shock your world like a carefree curl
or, rock-shock your mind like a, South road girl
wit a razor in her teeth
I see ya and I just, raise your beef, two cows
No bluffin this way bitch ass, whatchu gonna do now?!
You change the sheets, fluff the pillow
Made the bed, now lay it it, til youre dead and decay in it (uh-huh)
Til the neighbors discovers the smell, and yell
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FUNKING SMELL?! Funking smell" yo
[Chorus x2]
We run it down from the ("underground")
We run it down from the ("underground")
We run it down from the ("underground")
This is how we do it from the ("underground") UP!, what?
[Verse Two]
Here you go, there you go, YOU KNOW YOU GOTTA GET...
Outta my face quicker than that!
"Hes vomiting all over the place! Hes about to DIE!"
But note Im lyrically, sicker than that!
I need bed rest, Ima Queens cat wit a Brooklyn, address
Wit a queen-size mat-tress, where I do more fuckin than sleepin on it
See Ima never fall off, see I be, keepin on it
Optune time tunes in Im, leapin on it
Hip-hop is the hunt, Im the hunter, creepin on it
I got it and I flaunt it like, birds can fly
I set your mental to instrumental you can, murder by
In your mental, once you step out of that your sent thru
Dimensions not mentionable
Im pinchin to pull Doberman Pinchers and Im, henchin them in you
To snap at your buttocks, so be cool, B-Boy
and Uprock Top THIS, pop-lock to THIS (got this)
[Chorus x2]
We run it down from the ("underground")
We run it down from the ("underground")
We run it down from the ("underground")
This is how we do it from the ("underground") UP, what?
[Verse Three]
I kno you got a lot of shit on your mind
Especially when you just got that, lil itty bitty mind
So I must remind you like everytime
My rhymes are not somethin you should take lightly
Hold this, fold fist, fight me
Like Roy, keep up Jones, Tones, bones, microphones
I destroy, so enjoy, you know you like your livelihood all corrupted up
You know you like your neighborhood all fucked, up
Everything bootleg, all the way down to your ankle
Ill lyrically SPANK you, but Im not tryin ta turn you on
Thank you, welcome, no youre not!
Dont even come around dumb around
I kno you rhyme, dont even hum around, dont beatbox NUTTIN!
Just zip up your lip, Im cuttin you off like pitbull tails
I sit through whales of tales, from all kinds of sharks and fish-eyed fools
I dont percolate in your circulation, I just piss in your pool, YO!
[Chorus x2]
We run it down from the ("underground")
Ill gun you down from the ("underground")
You hear that thunder sound? From the ("underground")
This is how we do it form the ("underground") UP
[DJ scratches and Mr. Complex ad-libs about himself and skateboarding]
[ Underground Up Lyrics ]