NatiKingdom is a group of emcees from Cincinnati, OH making social issue rap music. Music is meant to be entertaining, conceptual, and in rhythm. We are underground rap music with crossover appeal. Original and conceptual with turntables and rhyming. Real Hip Hop!
NatiKingdom is on radio rotation with the track “Undaground”.
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NatiKingdom- Undaground Lyrics
Verse 1
Undergrounds underneath like undersea
and under me is under siege with an under chief.
The under leagues underpaid when you’re underclass.
Your life’s under grass, under dirt, under ash,
get chopped under rocks, lifespan undergrowth.
Defeated death? Under both, never under oath.
Under control when I underthrow the underhand.
Is it understood? They ain’t understand.
Put them under land? Any other circumstance,
and can’t under plan living life under man.
The ‘Under’ brand, under laws is the under cost,
but under conditions you labeled “Underboss.”
The underdogs never under pressure, under air.
Where’s Hell? Under there and it’s under care.
The Devil’s underwear laying because he’s underworked,
under sheets burning what’s under skirts.
Chorus
Underground enter the sound
that’s not watered down like clowns
that drown in the lost and found.
Straight for that crown underground
with that sound you know rewound.
Hands up like catching rebounds, Touchdowns,
into a fist pound, wound up for another round.
A picture of perfection, profound,
making the ‘Bettis’ turnaround,
Greyhound race to the underground
to see the Prince of the town, astound.
‘Get on up’ like James Brown,
pitchers headed back to the mound.
Tighter than squeezing into a wedding gown,
It’s the Prince of the Underground.
Verse 2
That underground sound coming from ground view.
When you ground out, life itself grounds you,
well-grounded from the ground up
get scooped like a groundball.
Your ground game is a part of ground zero,
You on the playground,
the battleground we go,
my self can ground, deep ground,
but a fairground?
Put my life on bare ground,
which can tear ground.
A short ground where 50 million share ground.
Which equals deadly ground.
So how we spare ground?
Littering ain’t bad cause the ground eats,
literally cause the cow gets the ground beef.
Groundbreaking news happens when the ground speaks.
Integral ground shells give the ground heat.
I go above-ground, so I built this from the ground up,
like an architect, now break ground.
Chorus
Underground enter the sound
that’s not watered down like clowns
that drown in the lost and found.
Straight for that crown underground
with that sound you know rewound
hands up like catching rebounds, Touchdowns,
into a fist pound, wound up for another round.
A picture of perfection, profound,
making the ‘Bettis’ turnaround,
Greyhound race to the underground
to see the Prince of the town, astound.
‘Get on up’ like James Brown,
pitchers headed back to the mound.
Tighter than squeezing into a wedding gown,
It’s the Prince of the Underground.
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