People Under The Stairs 1집 - The Next Step (1999) by People Under The Stairs (보컬) on maniadb.com

Come on, move it! Get in one line here!

(Double K)
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 will 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 ???? into the next sucka face (next)
This fool was pretty dope, told him, keep up the good work
Gave him a pound and a pin, moved on to this next jerk
Hey yo, dude looked like Usher with his chest all exposed
Bustin bout bitches he be hittin and his stupid ass clothes
Bitch 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 ??? solidified proof of your essence
Of you in the spoof of your birth
Now I guess that would lesson 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!"

(scratching)
On a warm San Franciscan Night...

(Verse 1)
Knight Lord Radio and Hale Bopp the Bay Bridge faded,
Tryin' to find Smiley's house, thank God we made it
Yo, blunts, broads and beats, keep it low through the streets
And niggas givin' us pounds 'cause of these dope-ass sounds
We run aground like ships over these beats I flips
The bass is hittin' so hard that your CD skips
Well check it out, make sure it doesn't happen again
I got my grip on it, to turn it up to volume ten
Volume ten? Word, like that brother from LA
Lord Radio and Hale Bopp be streakin' through the Bay
We all-city like the Mayor
You see my name on more fresh shit than Creed Taylor
The G for international ladies like a sailor,
Like a sailor I gets drunk and bust flows to the beat
Like my man J, I feel the Agony in Defeat
Cause sucka-chumps wanna test, step like we don't know
We doin', we doin' shows in San Francisco
That's right young writer, got a hit for all you biters
Time to bless another track, we gettin' rid of the wack
We put 'em in the back with the other Tappan Zee shit
Beats hit hard, make the trolleys do ollies
Old folks grabs their collies and vacate the bay
See our name in Northern Lights, Thes Love and Double K
We gettin' wild for the night, we gettin' wild for the night
And it all went down, a what, what

On a warm San Franciscan night
Yo, rockin' shows for you and your crew
On a warm San Franciscan night
We rollin' blunts and doin' the do
On a warm San Franciscan night
We doin shows wit a mic check a one two
On a warm San Franciscan night
PUTS on the back, but we're comin' through
On a warm San Franciscan night

(Verse 2)
We was drinkin', smokin', more smokin', more drinkin'
Didn't think about the morning hangover, just didn't want to be sober
Yo Radio, tell me how did you feel,
Like I'll never catch a DUI, hit gas, peel
Make a left on Market, yo Mr. Double K
Ay, ay what's up?
Roll up the windows and spark
Done deal, yo, you didn't have to ask twice
Smokin' on top of the hill so we can peep the city lights
I'm on award tour, we got it locked like Alcatraz
Doin' a San Francisco show like Hubert Laws
CTI 7071, go buy it
Bring the drums like Harvey Mason, don't try it
Better luck next time, tryin' to step to the P
You in the Bay, punk, I guess you ain't heard about LA
Yo Double K, tell 'em that the P's unique with the beats
The PUTS show's a San Francisco treat
A San Francisco treat just like some Rice-A-Roni
Put it in your mouth and let it run down the middle just like Monie
Phony homie, you'll never rock a party
Your wack-ass crew gets called out
See I play the rod-roddy, come on now
To the Southland punks have you feelin the concrete
Have you askin' questions from your hands to your feet
You don't want to do the shit that I'm offering
Sayin that P can't rock your city, (what) who, you make a fool
Very often we win, yo very sueldom we lose
Spice rockin' yo mother-fuckin whole city

On A Warm San Francisco Night
Yo, rollin blunts and doin the do (the do, the do)
On A Warm San Francisco Night
Chillin wit your girl and her crew (her crew, her crew)
On A Warm San Francisco Night
Scaring old people, still doin the do (we're doin the do)

Yeah, making collect calls to another area code, we mowed
We be the 310, we be the main extension I be the Double K
And we crowning, ounces, vodka, whatever, juice, loose,
San Francisco here we come, we're comin' back we gonna have some fun
Much love to the Bay Area
P-U-T-S
(On a warm San Franciscan...)
Rockin' the disco, startin' a fight

(Thes One)
Yo, I think this time I've found a shorty for me
We talk a lot, take walks a lot, she doesn't bore me
In fact she won't ignore me when I'm speakin music matters
She's intelligent, fly style flatters
My own style, chickens scatter when she floats through the club
Child matters,
Love, I'm thinkin,
I met her one night drinkin, I suggested a show,
She walked up and said, "I know you
You're from the P-U, T-S, I think your name is Thes too,"
Would you like a soda, I'm underage
Slipped her my number, tipped away
And said give me a page later
In typical latin lady flavor she said "maybe,
??? que si" That's how it should be
And see she played me close, next night dinner,
The champagne toast, sunset pacific coast,
And mostwhile, everything to me was like tight groovy
Always a treat, man, she took me to the movies
Made love to beats, woke up and made me pancakes
And this point I knew my shit was land or lakes
Fellas, I might be in love but something's still not right,
We didn't fight but she didn't call me last night
She got mad loot, no jobs, and plus a high renter
Cellular phone to check the Pac Bell message center,
Which she does too much, and I'm really not with it
She tells me that she loves me so I guess I'm committed

(HOOK x 2)
Turndown days.....
No way, no way
"It gets better, this girl's kinda clever"

(Double K)
Yo I was coolin at the club about ten on the dot
Drinkin Hennesey and Coke, feeling like 2Pac
Me and the crew hit the stage in about a half of one
Trying to ditch security cause I'm under twenty-one
Just then, I see this fine Latin chick walk past
Face like never before, body like an hour glass
So I was lookin at the booty, it was lookin right back,
You would have thought she wanted loot but it wasn't like that
Yo this girl stepped to me, asked me, what was my name,
I told her, Mike, she looked with a grin, said, that's right
Then for a minute I started to wonder how she knew who I was,
Yo, we've been doin mad shows with the underground buzz,
Then I asked her her name, yo I heard that somewhere,
Matter of fact, I have, but yo the K didn't care
All I wanted was the ass, only that and nothing more,
Talked a cool 15 minutes, got the number, hit the floor,
Saw Thes, gave him the DAT, we rocked the show,
Woke up the next day, aww shit, here we go
Seen a number in the pager that I didn't recognize,
Matched it up with the little paper received last night,
Word up, I'm bout to hit the skins like it was my first
Returned the call, got the address, and quenched my thirst,
Took a quick shower, was out in five minutes,
Big grin on my grill cause I knew I'd be up in it,
Her crib was in four, so I strolled down the road,
Kinda high off the blunt, bangin on the front door,
She opened up, still in her nightclothes,
Fourplay was in effect before I closed the front door,
You know how it goes, fingers in her shoobie doobie,
Whispered in her ear that I wanted her to do me,
And we did it homeboy, all day and night,
But even after that, something still wasn't right,
What the fuck, Thes's beat tape doin on your night stand?
Yo, I figured it out, it was a gameplan
I asked her whats up, she said I got a man,
And I got a what, what, what, what

(Hook x 2)

(Assault)
Y'all didn't see me all day, I stayed at the bay awaitin,
The car from the maiden I had met when I was chasin
Down the bus which I missed but I wasn't too pissed
When I spotted a sis, who lit my eyes like the trees
They put up on Christmas, I said, hey, how are you doin today?
She said, aiight, the frame was tight so I continued her way,
Shootin the breeze like LA, conversation was cool,
She went to school, had a job, and no meat was the rule,
Now not to send like a gay librarian,
I appreciate the fact you're vegetarian,
I eat some flesh once in awhile, was her reply,
And then she looked at me with an old look in her eye,
I said, what, I'm not your kind of nigga?
Not quite, but I'll be very interested to hang out with you tonight,
I thought whoa, huh, this girl's a sick puppy,
If she chills at the crib I'll probably get lucky
But she never showed..... all day, I missed work.....
But she never showed up....
I think she was bisexual
She had a fat ass....
It was like red, kinda like reddish brown

(Double K)
Hold up! Where'd she stay it?!

(Assault)
Like, Culver City or something

(Double K)
Awwww!

(Thes One)
Wait a second... shit

(Assault)
What? Huh?

(Thes One)
Naww dude!

(Double K)
What's wrong with you?

(Thes One)
Naww dude!!!

(Double K)
What kind of car she drove?

(Assault)
She had a little Honda or something

(Everybody)
NOOOOO!!!

(Intro)
(Freak it now)
Knights will come, be advised
They'll come for them
Be advised they'll come
Someone's sure that they'll be here

(Double K)
Yo Thes, what (what up?)
Can you rock the mic?

(Thes One)
A ha ha, my mellow my man, it's like ridin' a bike
Uh, Double K

(Double K)
What's Up?

(Thes One)
Can you rock it?

(Double K)
Like ridin' a bike, but only with training wheels
So what, shoot the gift and let them know the deal

(Thes One)
I shoot the gift like NRA members on Christmas
Morning warning rock MCs like isthmus like a principal

(Hook)
I'm the principal, our crew's invincible
Under The Stairs
Impairs auditroy of your whole municipal (municipal?)
Code area, attack like malaria
Concrete jungle bundle of joy
With bobby-boys
It's scary to think our tape destroys your crew's hopes (what?)
I can't cope with that, say no
Put it on a DAT, Double K
'Cause everything I say will one day give away
Or another recovered in it's original place
Signify this straight caligrified verse
Petrified rock, put your goddamn block in a herse

(Thes One)
Only thing worse, chaos bursts the eardrums, the P
Making the beats and rhymes funkally-dunkally
Fat like chunky here, but not out for radio play
Here's a crew washing the wax my mind space
Tight A, not Navy deals, no way
Pets for three sixty five days
I add a fourth 'cause I leap year
I leave tracks like Amtrack
Battles the P and Superman
After that your crew will try and forget like Izoin(?)
It's the Amistad, man Beckets(?) know it better
I rip it all up like a letter for the principal

(Hook)

(Thes One)
Chaos bursts...(Double K cuts in)

(Double K)
(Unintelligible) my crew bad as milk
That's one, lace the track
Like a blunt with the weird smell
Nigga, your stunned
Other from the brothers with another monkey(?) shit
Put the viddy(?) on the stick and make sure it don't skip
Hip-Hoppin is rarest, punk
You know you wanna admit it
All these crews runnin around with wack tracks
They don't get it, the gettin distressed (word?)
They gettin me mad

(Thes One)
So what you sayin, Double K?

(Double K)
Just put that shit on my tab
Don't feel like dealin' with it now
I'll deal with it later
See, the mic's in my possesion
Yo, so while she did it
To the minmute
Stupid frontin' since we first stepped in
Brought it back a couple of times
Now you give it a grin
First you tell your homey,
"Yeah man, that shit's fresh!"
Didn't know this kinda shit could be lurkin' the west
We puttin' hair on your chest
We flow with no hesitation
Late radio stations ain't allowed on these premesis
Millions hearin' this
Late at night like domestic violece
Smackin' you the fuck up
Until we get some silence (word)
Keep you like Judge Judy on the mic
Puttin' up a fight
Rollin' hard 'till the break of daylight
So next time you corny niggas wanna come hardcore
Go listen to 'Lil Kim (word...)

"What's the time? Time to rock our shit"
(Scratched until end in various ways)

(Thes One)
Thes born in south America
Moved to South Bay, Run with crew from Mid-City
Thats were I stay, I'm from LA always have been
And always will be Capital, *La Sprall* the P stands out like Palm Trees
Next to Pine Trees blownin' in a Santa Ana breeze
My DJs got fame, underground Rick Dees
I am MC so bring fuckin 5 minutes
I Jam like the one ten in the 84' Olympics
Keep the rhyme moving like the unity location
Rap has been my vocation since before the Japanese on the radio station
Thats why they Fired Jay Thomas, I keep it fattin' like the llama yo I promise
Never stop never change like the price at Dodger Stadium
I blow up rock free shows at the palladium
Afterwards the crew i'm taking up to Tommy's Burgers
Gotta be for every Los Angelino Murder
A rhyme for every burgler, Thes a *well worder*
It comes together in a freeway like East LA merger
That means you'll get no pay but I erge ya
Keep ya eye on LA like *Ta Kennedy reword ya*
Heard of someone better? Send em'my way
He get done the LA Way..... the Driveby way.....

Thes One (Verse 2)
Every one in my town think they got flow
Thes serve more wack MCs than waitress at Roscoes
You know at the graveyard shift, gettin spliff
We can take it downtown like Figueroa and 5th
And after that I'm heading up to El Cholo for some dinner
Bustin' thru the inner city underground like the red line
Thinner than the line at Car wash in El Nino
Thats you son see no time in this lo-cal
Underground down talkin bout yo I'm keepin it real
I'm coming wit the Walkmen and tapes not sealed
Not a 22, 45 but a 9' double 06
*Put it on your letter to the veter make a snap, send in a letter*
Letter to Thes, LA legend like Fernando Valenzuela
Yes he aint never ran in a battle yes
But he be smokin' beedies watchin the sun set from sunset