Ten Tough Guys - People Under The Stairs

I got, ten MC’s held up in a line

Cause all these dudes told me that they knew how to rhyme

So which one should it be that I choose to test first

The way he grabbed the mic showed signs of a pussy and even worse

He was talkin bout a gat that wasn’t tucked in his waist

So I recorded him ass, into the next sucka face (next)

This fool was pretty dope, told him, keep up the good work

Gave him a pound and a pimp, moved on to this next jerk

Hey yo, dude looked like Usher with his chest all exposed

Bustin bout bitches he’d been hittin, his stupid ass clothes

Big smile on his face like there were hands in the air wavin'

But I was anticipatin with Satan to see him bakin'

Under the authority of someone lower than me

Started gettin tired (yawn!), skipped three, now here’s the seventh MC

Looked like a pretty cool guy, but sounded like Treach (Hay! Ho!)

Moved around all fast screamin with weapons around his neck

It was like a fuckin joke, me and the gang got a good laugh

He got all hot, tried to dulo, we beat his fuckin ass like

(sounds of fighting)

Number eight was a female, at least that’s how I figured

Until it started rappin, sounded like one of my niggas

God damn this that, and all the guns in the world

Harder than most niggas on the mic, even had a Jheri Curl (damn!)

Sent her to Jenny Jones, for the little makeover

Told her, «be back in two weeks!»

you see all I wanted to do was bone her

Word, she’s out like yesterday’s six pack

So let’s get back to the last two, yo they from the same crew

What should we do, Thes said he knew them niggas from some open mic spot

They tried to gun up, got cut up, so here’s round 2

«Yea you money!

I’m talkin to you!»

«You got a battle rap?

Battle me!»

«Wassup?!»

«Battle me!»

«Wassup?!»

(Thes One)

Yo!

What would you do if I could prove you didn’t exist and it was true

Like a misconstrued solidified proof of your essence

Of you in the spoof of your birth

Now I guess that would lessen your worth to the dirt and the earth

And the leaf, now I leave you alone without belief that your really here

And assist you beneath your fear

An endearing tear would fall if all that I said was true

Am I right or ???, too complex for quote

I’ll have the final say

Like the rope to the boat to the dock, you’re not free yet, man

You’re sick, stuck, caught, sick in the head

Stuck to the bed, you’re dumbfed

Diseased with that mononuclear, what I look like money?!

That latin listening to Coolio?

So I ask

What was your mom’s task when she had you?

If fully she knew that through all of her pain

Her baby was born without brain and insane and just plain

No style!

No smile, your memories are worth a shitpile to me

You believe that you’re free?!!

Man, free from your mom

Free from the man and most of all free from me but you see

I’ve caught you!

My bad you don’t really exist

So I got to, explain this so when I tell you how not to

You won’t do it, I’m screwin your thinkin!

I know I exist and I prove it cause I’m listening to you

But I ask, what if God was an evil genius who only made you believe you were

True?

And your life was nothing man!

Just a really long dream

And when you die you’ll start a whole new life, a whole new dream

But that was just a dream, and it seems man you can’t break out the cycle

Am I crazy?

Go to your church and ask your white God if I’m right though

Whatever he replies will be lies, we’ve already established this evil

When I’m lying, you don’t exist but merely as emotion and perceival

Believe you’ll be round tomorrow kid, yo

You’ve borrowed time with no entrance

And since you’re a dream I can mentally put on the pinch

And you disappear in an instant

Fool what?!

What?!

«nigga fuck you!

You can’t rap anyway»

«We up out of here!»

«Sucka ass niggas!

Eat a dick!»