Asshole People Under the Stairs (Ft. Assult)
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[Bruce Lee Sample]
"Cause Bruce told me to walk like water, walk like like water for
It to be like water, my friends..."
["Gabor Szabo & The California Dreamers - A Day
In The Life" loop sample fades in]
[Assult]
There's a fine line between love and hate
So form a single file line
(So I can ask it to your face)
And 1 by 1 can you explain from whence you came
I bet it's not the grains, we ain't the same
So all of y'all, y'all bout to get your feelings hurt
And the flared out jeans
It hurts to see the phony Hip-Hop lovers
Assassinating the soul and taking Jungle from the Brothers
(You invented the steel)
The dance, Thes, that we rock
But you don't have the hip so we left it with drip-hop
And now you're back, contradicting what you wear
Dressed down like a bum, knowing your mom's Donna Karen
And I think who I am
Through the way, I threw up
It wasn't finally me, until the... blew up
So all you grade-poppers, cast a shadow on your face
Learn the history of this, a fuckin drum in your bass
"Cause Bruce told me to walk like water, walk like like water for
It to be like water, my friends..."
["Gabor Szabo & The California Dreamers - A Day
In The Life" loop sample fades in]
[Assult]
There's a fine line between love and hate
So form a single file line
(So I can ask it to your face)
And 1 by 1 can you explain from whence you came
I bet it's not the grains, we ain't the same
So all of y'all, y'all bout to get your feelings hurt
And the flared out jeans
It hurts to see the phony Hip-Hop lovers
Assassinating the soul and taking Jungle from the Brothers
(You invented the steel)
The dance, Thes, that we rock
But you don't have the hip so we left it with drip-hop
And now you're back, contradicting what you wear
Dressed down like a bum, knowing your mom's Donna Karen
And I think who I am
Through the way, I threw up
It wasn't finally me, until the... blew up
So all you grade-poppers, cast a shadow on your face
Learn the history of this, a fuckin drum in your bass
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