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People Under the Stairs - Time to Rock Our Shit lyrics
[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 blow with the weak 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 reallest, punk You know you wanna admit it All these crews runnin around with fat tracks They don't get it, the gettin distressed (word?) The 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) |
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