Wheels go 'round, from end to end,. A passage run, go down, descend. And underground the air is stale. With blurring light and endless rail. On the wheels in motion, underground.
Refrain:. [Comin' straight from the Underground] 4x. Erick Sermon:. As I pump up a brand new funk swing. and bring back the chill of thrill from B.B. King..