Filthy Nasty lyrics

f/ Cashmere the Pro, Superstition



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[SOS]

Word to the holes on my socks and my nose full of snot

I got dope flows for shows but got no one to watch

I got no dough for clothes but got hoes on my jock

But they don`t know I`m broke cause I told em I`m not

Yo... Who said underground ain`t supposed to be hot?

I remember spinnin` records back before people stopped

Now they spinnin CDs they download and get props

Livin life for the ice like their soul`s on the rocks

But ... down here shows we know how to rock

And on wax WE RAP FOR FOOD like the old one we dropped

Look at me! I been eatin Cherios out the box!

I`m so skinny I get lost in my clothes when I walk!

But ... if you relate, press record on ya box

Grab a pack of ramen noodles, let it boil in a pot

And if you been here before you know not to talk

Cause I love the underground. It`s the road to the top



[Superstition]

It`s just another story from the independent penniless

My D&D studio`s a multitrack minidisk

I`m bankrupt for life and past due on all my loans

Got these bill collectors trying to reach me through studio phones

How can I stress less these damn fools be calling Freshchest

Saying they gone put a freeze on my next test press

Got an 97 BMW you might say it`s fresh

I got it brand new and I ain`t made a single payment yet

Be damn if they ass`ll get it as long as I`m athletic

But with the Bad Luck I got Seven Years Of bad credit

If you see me wit` a TV in the back of my car

Don`t get twisted and start thinking I`mma spectacular star

I got a TV in the front too it`s packed in the car

I`m taking it to da pawn shop but I won`t be back for it tomorrow

I got a ton of bills sittin here just chillin for at least a week

One day maybe I`ll turn`em into Pete Rock beat CD`s.



[Chorus]

Everyday stuck `tween a rock and a hardplace (It`s that nasty filthy underground)

So many obstacles making my heart race (It`s that nasty filthy underground)

It`s that nasty filthy underground

That naaaasty, filthy underground



[Cashmere the Pro]

Now, which of you dude`s a vet?

When I could drop a double LP from a duel cassette

No MIDI to sport for... when I`m bringing the water

I get the vocals straight off the tape of my Mini Recorder

In your city, with a label budget of 450

Empty Oatmeal box, for a kick that`s so gritty

A jansport with cds in it

With turntables on a floor model with the TV in it

You ain`t all that cause you can afford DATs

I got more wraps than Claus packs when rollin four tracks

And I can only bag beats if them joints is mad cheap

Record right into the headphones - son that shit sounds mad street!

Yall take the PC way, let ya CD`s play

I rock a 120 Minute TDK

Hey! Looking for a way to the hype

"Welcome to the underground!" Shit, that`s just a day in the life



[Deacon the Villain]

Rents due, in less than 2 weeks now

Label`s calling, claiming they loving my street sound

(They on the west coast!) iIm thinking I`m pacific sea bound

Days passed, now they`re saying that they`ll catch me on the rebound

Next day at my job, clock in and my boss watches

Making sure that I properly stack boxes

The tick-tock on the clock seems to be moving in slo-mo

Waiting on 4-so I can go home and work on my promo

I`m writing so many dope songs (but who`s hearing `em)

Deacon hits the open mics (but who`s cheerin` him)

Feeling nasty, filthy, or any of those synonyms

"Without Me" the games the same, I ain`t Eminem

I`m just a broke rapper, southern backpacker

Watchin` all these wack niggaz and all of their cash stackup

So next Thursday when my paycheck is sent

Will it be for that studio time or rent... i don`t know yo



[Chorus]

Everyday stuck `tween a rock and a hardplace (It`s that nasty filthy underground)

So many obstacles making my heart race (It`s that nasty filthy underground)

It`s that nasty filthy underground

That naaaasty, filthy underground
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