Underground Resistance Songtext
von Fliptrix

Yo, I knew I had to do this since I put the
Fugees tape in my tape deck at age twelve
Four years later met my pen and pad then raised hell
Back up on the track attacking any type of beat well
Vagabond in deep stealth
Go from stage lights to dream worlds
To shifty alleys where the manna make their weed sales
And the good make mistakes that are bad but they teach well

I feel I never really knew myself until I penned it
It′s hard to comprehend it
I know I write the thin line between madness and inventive


Plus I'm out with the passion with my marker kinda pen tip
Harnessing my pen script, eyes red, tense flip
More hits, head spins, minds eyes left slit
Mismake decisions get left on the fences
All out of defences, worn out and defenceless
Horns talk pending, my state of mind ain′t fit
Born into this world to desecrate mics and blaze spliffs
It's how I feel in any way kid, bun your David Blaine shit
Or razorblade-to-your-vein-type-a-day shit
Truth hurts and love's blind so just face it

It′s good advice, only fools would abuse or waste it

Dropping pills and chewing faces

Viewing life through the looking glass, screwing at the matrix
Like, who′s to blame kid?
Just left staring at expressionless faces
Depression through the ages
They segregate the predators and put 'em in the cages
For a bird like the birds, still I′m undisturbed
Never will I swerve, undernourished words unrehearsed
Done it for the fun of verse, bun the skunk, conjure verse
Bloodthirsty lung will burst with a ton of words like blow!

Uh huh, Hi-Focus, yeah
Like the tide rolling in I have a natural persistence
Hi-Focus is the future for the underground resistance
Your mind stays basic, could mistake it for an infant
Like nuclear bombs we take you out in an instant
We different, learn from the skills they passed on
While you mostly mugs like beats that B-Real rapped on


Fuck making a song for them rats
If your tongue's a sword then mine′s a battleaxe
You're an MC with a wack voice like the Battle Brats
And the reason for them thinking British mans can′t rap
But I'm here to change that, while you're telling me you′re too sick
Don′t confuse it, you talk about skills and don't use it
All I got is my music

So like the drugs that I take I′m careful to not abuse it
I proved it with the greats from the East and the West
Still these know-it-all producers try and tell me what's best
But you take shit from everyone like unisex bathrooms
All of my ones, I got the power of a platoon
Take the ground from under your feet, lyrical typhoon

Picking which one I′m gonna eat like the right shroom
So lick your wounds, I spit rhymes like harpoons
You ain't a star son, you′re more like a old goon

Your time's coming soon like it's 28 days
Better mark the occasion, that′s when many greats fell
You can′t propel like choppers with no blades on 'em
Take all the slugs that you love and make braids off ′em
Get the fuck off the track like the train's coming
With a controller in your hand, you still change nothing
You know my track young′un, it's the one your girl′s humming
The only time you've been down is when you were dumbing
I hit my cue like a ball in a pool game

Hi-Focus is the motherfucking name