Moreover, 'Bitch I don't f uck around // I'll put your ass underground' may not have featured the eponym intentionally but it is still the perfect line to epitomize the lyrical content on this set of songs. On the surface it describes the relative obscurity of the songs, but it also reflects the morbid imagery found in both the downright obscene lyrical content and the clandestine production, and most of all it elucidates the dingy, dimly lit feeling pervading the entire release, as if the listener were hearing it deep in some basement from beyond a dense cloud of weed smoke, one so thick it obscures and distorts the sound. There are probably some people reading this thinking dismissively to themselves that 'Underground' sounds like a classic hip-hop buzzword stapled to a release in order to throw together a few crappy b-sides as means for a quick money grab, but it is actually a really good name for this compilation in several ways. Review Summary: real buck It's fair to say that in many circles these days hip hop is becoming increasingly intellectualised, and that's totally fine, but there is something so compelling and visceral about the utter lack of pretension in the way the likes of Triple Six Mafia recite their lines depicting murder, getting high, and murdering people whilst also getting high.