The Underground chords by Classified, Hilltop Hoods, Solo

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Verse 1
We went from spitting jams to fifty fans in a little cramped room
A shoebox you couldn't fit a shoe in
To touring Switzerland with my man in a minivan
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Being the man of the minute can happen
in a minute man
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(and it's funny) I've seen buddies that
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I
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trust turn away
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Âcausemoney can't buy you
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love but it can earn you hate
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And none of you gave a fuck
till the movement went large
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Now every crew is making music, every
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dude has got bars
Now every half ass bar fly up in the
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bar rhymes
We sit about,
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spitting âbout the dark and the hard times
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But got perspective on the fighting for the
crowns and such
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When we encountered and old pal
who had been down on his luck
In some volleys pushing trol
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leys eating soup from a tin
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My girls like golly,
man these pollies aren't improving a thing
Well swap your worries for some bolly,
swap your suit for some wings
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And fly with us,
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we light it up and it's a beautiful thing
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We've exploded

Verse 2

the underground,

they say it's gonna happen, the underground

We've exploded the underground,

they say it's gonna happen, the underground

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Verse 3
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That's where I started at, the days of
Walkman's and starter hats
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The open mic nights mastering
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the art of rap
We man made,
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underground like an artefact
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We don't need to worry
when the market crash
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I'm from the bottom,
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bottom of new Scotland
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Planted all my seeds watered them
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then watched it blossom
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Then they try to tell me over time we'd be forgotten,
rotten
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Thinking that you're gonna
keep me boxed in? Nonsense
Hilltop and Class rock till
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your noggins nodding
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You can walk in my shoes but never
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fit in my jeans
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I do this with no option till my body's old and rotten and ex hausted,
keep it going âcause I'm living my dream
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Till the grave we'll spit the pain and, when it
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comes to picture painting
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We might be the illest rated with
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the visuals illustrated
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That's ill communication, therapy for life without the rehabilitation,
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keep waiting I'm about to blow up
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We've exploded

Verse 4
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the underground,
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they say it's gonna happen, the underground
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We've exploded the underground,
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they say it's gonna happen, the underground
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Verse 5
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We about to blow it up,
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but we all started this as amateur
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Carving out a path was
a hardship for the traveller
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It said that raps a faÃ ade, you'll never manage it
In these parts,

Verse 6
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I guess it's our scars that give
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us character
We misfits and slackers,
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at risk kids  or hackers
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With a wish list, sick of doing
six shifts at Macca's
From listeners to rappers,
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prestigious to hapless
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I don't need a gift to know that
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this shit is backwards
When done officially
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another visionary
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Will lights the flame, write their name in their sweat,
blood and infamy
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It's got a symphony, fuck the industry,
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let them come we're the ones carving history
So we rhyme for the hurt and poor,
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hard work and for
International,
heard applaud to local suburban tour
Ya'll gave a purpose for the
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roar when the curtains draw
Furthermore ask yourself
what you're searching for?

Verse 7

Im about to blow up

The underground

Follow me to a place I like to go Liner notes are signposts

Verse 8
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to
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find that which lies below
Born in eighty eight so
I came in late
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To find for the first time in life
I felt right at home
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Through the growing pains
and hostile take overs
People trying to put us down like
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Beethoven
We stayed strong
and remained focused
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Until they had no other choice but to stand
up and take notice
Never thought what I wrote on a page back
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in the day
Would ever have me catching
a plane
Or rapping up on a stage
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Staring out at the crowd in
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amazement
Thinking back on the days
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when
We were confined to the limitations
of the basement
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The subterranean kids became
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the main event
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I pay respect to those who spent
days laying foundations
Countdown to detonation
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We've exploded the underground, they