Yo - People Under The Stairs

Produced By: Thes One

Double K:

'Uh uh lets take them out of a B-Boy experience, Hey yo Thes One how you like

me now?

Thes One:

Yo I don’t know how you like us now?

Thes One:

Eyes stay so cool he freezes coliseums

Man the kid shines so bright you sneeze when you see him

He still hasn’t changed trading records for per diem

Guaranteeing new additions to his wax museum

Man I’ve seen it, his collection grows its quite incredible

Hunting down them records like the damn things were edible

In this context he’s too complex you’re Oedipal

Ya’ll mother fuckers only produce poetical perfection

In hypothetical selections for your general public expecting a soft subject

Man its medical touch not budget but worth it

Impregnates the track, jump back and then birth it

Word is born, now his word plays all day

At that fancy day care over by U.C.L.A

While he sits at home, making beats drinking a Heiny

Puttin' new brakes on drum pads like Meineke

I finally see him one day chillen with his group

He was eating at El Cholo sippin' tortilla soup

I said 'Thes, yo I’m feelin' all them old jazz loops

Can you make me up a track man I got a little loot'

He said 'thanks but don’t thank me thank the fore-fathers

They deserve the credit now theres no body bothers'

I pause 'thats true' he took a sip of his too

He said 'I'll dig you up a beat like Super Mario II'

I was like 'word, dude I’ll pick up the check'

He’s like 'don't bother, pull up a chair lemme introduce you to my partner'

Double K:

Ready, Set, Go!

this mans a vet-pro

Call him humble, call him psycho his mother calls him Michael

He might go Locooo, you’re fakin' perpetratin'

Trickin' off and fresh hatin' you can see the best play in the feel

Look he’s reeling in, what a combination seen him signing up soldiers

To start his new rap nation, he said 'time is wasted'

And I could see it in his eyes he was fed up with the politics, wack beats and

lies

Heard a lady say 'Sock it to me' and brothers was pumpin' their fists

On some Reverend Al Sharp shit, better now than not to talk shit

He walkin' in, like them D.U.I games mind frame and revolution

And you know he’s got solutions, not worried about pollution

Afraid for his art form, matter o’fact he’s kinda shook up

His people want the hook up, his people better look up

Cause its about to go down, like the thrill of the nights over

And never sober when he is he’s kinda mean, loves his high-hats clean

Stays on the fly rap scene he’s a fighter and a lover

Reminds me of Danny Glover tellin' ya’ll there ain’t no other

He don’t spit hot bars him and his friends hop bars

Personality rock star, slash mactavist after this

I’m gonna sit and think about what I learned

I can still hear his voice and smell the Budda he burned

He said 'earn respect, learn to respect and you’ll succeed'

True indeed man I gave him a pound he said he’d break it down and sell it

How you like him now?