Ste. for Superheroes - People Under The Stairs

In the sky, tripping, though

This life I have been given, yo

Ring the bell, delusional

Devoted to the usual

Flying through the air

No care, debonair

Me and my posse under the stairs

So don’t stare

Killin' em', a bad look

Facebook status

Climbin' the apparatus

You can mad bawl at us

We show you who the baddest

The rap rhyme’s tragic

Abraca-dab

Nanu nanu, my nig

Landed at your girl’s crib

And let me tell you what we did

I took off my hydropowered illuminator

Spit a rhyme so super

That I knew it would hit her later

Gargled the Budweiser

Jumped off the riser

Defeat the undefeated

I’m the thriller, chump, beat it

Sign in the sky

Now I gotta go

Gotta beat up the foes

Gotta change out of clothes

These swords are syllables

These clones, we killing those

Herb the kryptonite

The bop gun blast right

Pew-pew-pew

Ha-ha

Is it a bird or plane

Up in the sky, it’s insane

It’s super, the super, the superrappin'

What is his name

It’s Thes One

Schooled in the trade of a boom bap

The controller of microphones

I make the stadium clap

I suppose I’m predisposed with the prose

Suckers go toe to toe

My freestyle is rodeo

Exposing them Glass Joes over past flows

I did it, committed to analytics

Investigator, liberator, a rap grader

The collaborator

Mutilator of crossfaders

He’s Double Double

The master moderator, but header hater

Perpetrators will cop my superpowers in gigawatts

Can’t measure it, treasure it

National, I could smash your block

My vinyl weapon like a wrecking ball

I’m just warning y’all

Don’t stop, ya' don’t quit

Baby, it’s all night

My mic is my flashlight

Your mic is your Fleshlight

You’re dicking around with rap

You hire me to ghostwrite

On site

I make my albums

Ghost ships, no skippers

Tryin' to battle

Like playin' pinball with no flippers

American superhero sud sippers in house slippers

To gangsta to crip tonight

Hey yo man check this out

I got this new box, right

I don’t know if these superpowers have been acting up lately

But this shit right here, yo

This could keep us relevant for the next 50 years

Watch this

I am the one who’ll be doing no blow

I am the one who’ll be smoking the dro'

You are the one who be getting no hoe’s

I am the one changing out of the clothes

I break out of chains and be doing the shows

You fall on the street and breaking your nose

This is for all of my superheroes

This is for all of my superheroes

I be the one who’ll be texting your hoe

I be the one who’ll be scoping the booty

I be the one who’ll be shopping Trader Joe’s

Busting my flows while I pick up some cuties

I be the one who’ll be sending them dues

You be the one who’ll be hanging with dudes

I be the one who say, cat’s in the tree

You be the one who’ll be looking at me

Looking at me

Looking at me

Or like Kanye West

You be looking at me

Looking at me

Let’s just, looking at me

This is for all of my superheroes

This is for all of my superheroes

This is for all of my superheroes

I be the one who be smoking the dro'

This is for all of my superheroes

I be the one who be smoking the dro'

Will you shut your ass up

What the fuck these rapper even talking about

Nowadays

Keep it kind of dark like a stout

How I blaze up a phrase

I keep my nine in a zigzag

Your verb’s in a vape pen

Master of the MPC

I’m under the bass when it drops

I mean did you feel it drop

Homie you’ll be begging like stop please

The loop is like a Regal on D’s

Los Angeles people

Them O. G's swinging like the palm trees

Off the 110, my estate

Like come on let me kill it

Baddest motherfucker slightly south of the palm village

And diligent with the digging

Twenty twenty my vision of me losing my religion

Bitch that’s me in the spotlight chillin

Now you know where I stand

Why you demand a autograph for your man

Well here I am, what you want (what you want)

It’s that Pee Wee and the dinosaur

I’m ready to score, what you want

Heavily medicated

Super dope, underrated

M.C's, they hella jaded

Ask em', the brother made it

Getting cheese hella grated

Double, yeah, he’s the greatest

Suckers be dabbin'

But they don’t be rappin'

Talking about trappin'

They simpin' and slackin'

Nice award, yeah, these niggas is acting

Moving your twist-twist

Ya' act like a bitch, bitch

You turn and turn

Watch your crew, they get burned-burned

I’m nice with the mic, right

Watch it go night-night

Smoke on a spliff, beh

And watch me go on trip

Watch me go ham, bro

Turn up like Rambo

Shooting a sambo

Now, let’s go to Sam’s, bro

I’m like an anvil

Hard like steel-steel

Like twins and juice-juice

We told you we hang loose

Hard on the one, fam

Florida Evans go, damn damn

Damn on the dab, son

Faded, I’m on one