Statistics lie corporations lie underground don’t! (Opening credits) (2027)

Statistics lie corporations lie underground don’t lie
[Chorus:Westsidechirunna]
Yeah, I'm underground, where the realness resides
No corporate backing, no place left to hide
Just raw emotion, put on every track
Ain't no turning around now, there is no turning back

[verse1:Chicagozer0311]
Freedom of speech in the booth
Got freedom to preach the truth to the youth able to do this cause I’m independent
Ain’t no overlord with contractual obligations or control over my concepts with extensive manipulations that can send it
Manipulative practice
They use fearful tactics
Threats of a lawsuit
If you don’t do exactly what they say you ought to
Mainstream artist put down less popular artist use the metrics as a play
Your falsified numbers and fraudulent Spotify bot streams are not the right play
Skill for skill we’d slay drop drop drop just for fun’s sake
Gambling on billboards fake awards to boost your career not weighing what’s at stake
Of course the main one I’m talking about so many to choose duck duck goo Drake
Until they find themselves buried in lawsuits
Because they bastardized the genre at its roots
Counter cultural I don’t need yall suits
A marage a fake fasaud whole careers a celestial cosmic joke
Loss after loss no way to cope
Scams and payola sending threats and bitcoin transactions off a Motorola anything to garner money rather be nice as all get out and not able to pay the bills with endless skills than sell my soul just to make a few Ms how’s that for rapping about being a broke rapper! Now that’s funny…

[Chorus:westsidechirunna]
Yeah, I'm underground, where the realness resides
No corporate backing, no place left to hide
Just raw emotion, put on every track
Ain't no turning around now, there is no turning back

[verse 2:Tommygunnaio]
I'm an underground voice, in a world full of noise
Got no label's leash, just my own simple choice
My words are my weapon, my flow is my fight
Spittin' truth in the darkness, searchin' for light
Got a mic and a notebook, filled with my pain
Dreaming of a world where my words make a change
They might call me a nobody, they might call me a fool
But I'm mastering the craft, I'm refining the tool
No radio play, no music video glow
Just basements and dive bars, putting on a show
The passion's the currency, the respect is the goal
Feeding the mind, enriching the soul
So if you hear my voice, drifting through the street
Know it's a real emcee, spitting to the beat
Underground forever, that's where I will stay
'Til my message is heard, and the light finds a way

[Chorus:westsidechirunna]
Yeah, I'm underground, where the realness resides
No corporate backing, no place left to hide
Just raw emotion, put on every track
Ain't no turning around now, there is no turning back

[Outro]
[tommygunnaio]
Underground. Real sound. True ground. That's my town

[chicagozer0311]
I don’t have to do any splits I take home the lion share your lying there with your lies and your not self aware your 100 is a half share my 50 is my full take home we just made the same in this game I’m petty a real Curtis underground DIYer King raps and home made beats I sling no team of ghost writers or fake bling actual rap not pop hip hop I don’t come out and sing! imagine having all that money and being that insecure sad to see you’ll never be as happy of a dad as me hahah dude thinks he’s ace rogers pulling out his yacht in front of minors need to worry about the dodgers trolling you live on TV bum!!!

(Talking)
Chicagozer0311
I pulled all my music off dsp I’m only on genius that’s how serious I am about this hip hop ish