
Step In People Under the Stairs
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[Double K]
I be the first ripper with the gift of the gab
Getting 'em mad when they see me coming, it's like, "Uh oh
We running!" My presence is in the past tense of your mind
Can't forget it, but better get with it for the slipping
We whipping, I'm sitting 'em down in alphabetical order
Your rhyme's worth a penny, man, somebody said it was a quarter
I knew it was chump change, some change their attitude
I change my altitude, high, in the afternoon
Everyday of the weekend, I'm a warrior seeking
A fresh drum loop and guitars to get me tweaking
Like a speed freak, doing it knee-deep
So round and round, from town to town, we go to the next show
Telephone holder to reach out and touch this
Electrifying, hair-raising enough to get 'em pissed
I ain't a rapper, I'm a groover, whack-party remover
Yeah, we used to sing "Hoover!", now we known to school
A fishy MC I got my MD, for the moment I'm done, learn it on your own, son
Experience is a teacher, black guys are preachers
I be the illest rhyme reader, kick drum beater, the pretty women greeter
Non funk-faker, sushi bar hater, bitch user, drug abuser
Like I said before, I'm all about the dollar, making 'nuff sense
So to the change we go, and to the change we go, and to the...
You know who we are, yeah, you know who we be
Yo, she us on stage, you seen us in the street
You see us in the record store, buying it up
Sly told you to try, but you ain't trying enough!
I be the first ripper with the gift of the gab
Getting 'em mad when they see me coming, it's like, "Uh oh
We running!" My presence is in the past tense of your mind
Can't forget it, but better get with it for the slipping
We whipping, I'm sitting 'em down in alphabetical order
Your rhyme's worth a penny, man, somebody said it was a quarter
I knew it was chump change, some change their attitude
I change my altitude, high, in the afternoon
Everyday of the weekend, I'm a warrior seeking
A fresh drum loop and guitars to get me tweaking
Like a speed freak, doing it knee-deep
So round and round, from town to town, we go to the next show
Telephone holder to reach out and touch this
Electrifying, hair-raising enough to get 'em pissed
I ain't a rapper, I'm a groover, whack-party remover
Yeah, we used to sing "Hoover!", now we known to school
A fishy MC I got my MD, for the moment I'm done, learn it on your own, son
Experience is a teacher, black guys are preachers
I be the illest rhyme reader, kick drum beater, the pretty women greeter
Non funk-faker, sushi bar hater, bitch user, drug abuser
Like I said before, I'm all about the dollar, making 'nuff sense
So to the change we go, and to the change we go, and to the...
You know who we are, yeah, you know who we be
Yo, she us on stage, you seen us in the street
You see us in the record store, buying it up
Sly told you to try, but you ain't trying enough!
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