[Mayor]
…Now, if I can at this moment, let me try to relate… to whatever questions you may have… Yes, sir?
[Constituent]
Mayor, you spoke earlier about, like, the frustrations, uh… that black people, uh, have been going through and are going through… I'm frustrated to a point where, uh, I'm ready to give up on the system, but like I am a black youth, so can you… well, what would you tell me to do in terms of, like, whether following the system as it is… or going on off, and developing… in as much as I can, a new system…
[Mayor]
Let me tell you as a brother…
[Double K]
Look at me and my homeboy, we about to start a new system. My homeboy got a sampler, he loop-… Man, I got some tight-ass flows, nig- we gonna be bigger than Death Row, nigga, you got beats? Nigga, give me a call, we can make some money, nigga. Me and my homeboy, nigga, his sister rappin'. They call her Lady Lunatic, nigga! You need to get at me, homie. Nigga, I got flows, nigga…
[Sample]
(?) Hip hop! (?)
[Thes One]
I can't stand this hip-hop shit nowadays. Word, I'm about to… ay-yo…
[Double K]
One… Two… Shit, are we – Aight, dude… shut up…
["Bobby" (Double K)]
Me and Mikey 'bout to get on the mic, represent… Nigga, ain't fuckin' around, you do it! Do it, Mikey, do it!
[Double K]
(Check this out, yo…)
Yo, I want to see you dead in the worst way
Ain't no way I'm 'bout to let you get down without a crown
On the top of your dome, knowing you ain't "rhyme"
You can't "beats", they ain't hitting, spitting wack shit
You better off quitting, homeboy, you ain't dope with this
You got something else to say, fool, put up your fists
Word up, I got more style than that nigga Prince had groups
Beats be more slicker than them niggas in TROOP
I ain't soup, don't even like that shit when I'm sick
But I'm wit' it, hit it 'til your girl tell me to quit it
But I don't and I won't, so please don't approach
Catch your first-class ass-whipping from a nigga in coach
The funk keeps spreading like AIDS in America
I'm tearing you out your frame, ain't that a shame?
Lame, that's what you is, treat you like your name was Liz Taylor
Way to bring another round for the cheap-ass niggas
Two brown-skinned figures with the need to rock, like crack
And it's a fact that we here to smack characters on both cheeks
If you plan to turn the other, uppercut your sister, knee-stomp your brother
Double Trouble about to bring it to your body just once
That's all that it take, until your ass yell "rape!"
'Cause I'm doing it, doing it to your fucking ear-hole
You better put me on (?), sit back and watch your fate fold
'Cause me and the-s going places like tourists
Purists, that's what we are, leave a squad
Better yet, make these motherfuckers run to the potty
Huh, People Under The Stairs, bringing it for everybody
…Now, if I can at this moment, let me try to relate… to whatever questions you may have… Yes, sir?
[Constituent]
Mayor, you spoke earlier about, like, the frustrations, uh… that black people, uh, have been going through and are going through… I'm frustrated to a point where, uh, I'm ready to give up on the system, but like I am a black youth, so can you… well, what would you tell me to do in terms of, like, whether following the system as it is… or going on off, and developing… in as much as I can, a new system…
[Mayor]
Let me tell you as a brother…
[Double K]
Look at me and my homeboy, we about to start a new system. My homeboy got a sampler, he loop-… Man, I got some tight-ass flows, nig- we gonna be bigger than Death Row, nigga, you got beats? Nigga, give me a call, we can make some money, nigga. Me and my homeboy, nigga, his sister rappin'. They call her Lady Lunatic, nigga! You need to get at me, homie. Nigga, I got flows, nigga…
[Sample]
(?) Hip hop! (?)
[Thes One]
I can't stand this hip-hop shit nowadays. Word, I'm about to… ay-yo…
[Double K]
One… Two… Shit, are we – Aight, dude… shut up…
["Bobby" (Double K)]
Me and Mikey 'bout to get on the mic, represent… Nigga, ain't fuckin' around, you do it! Do it, Mikey, do it!
[Double K]
(Check this out, yo…)
Yo, I want to see you dead in the worst way
Ain't no way I'm 'bout to let you get down without a crown
On the top of your dome, knowing you ain't "rhyme"
You can't "beats", they ain't hitting, spitting wack shit
You better off quitting, homeboy, you ain't dope with this
You got something else to say, fool, put up your fists
Word up, I got more style than that nigga Prince had groups
Beats be more slicker than them niggas in TROOP
I ain't soup, don't even like that shit when I'm sick
But I'm wit' it, hit it 'til your girl tell me to quit it
But I don't and I won't, so please don't approach
Catch your first-class ass-whipping from a nigga in coach
The funk keeps spreading like AIDS in America
I'm tearing you out your frame, ain't that a shame?
Lame, that's what you is, treat you like your name was Liz Taylor
Way to bring another round for the cheap-ass niggas
Two brown-skinned figures with the need to rock, like crack
And it's a fact that we here to smack characters on both cheeks
If you plan to turn the other, uppercut your sister, knee-stomp your brother
Double Trouble about to bring it to your body just once
That's all that it take, until your ass yell "rape!"
'Cause I'm doing it, doing it to your fucking ear-hole
You better put me on (?), sit back and watch your fate fold
'Cause me and the-s going places like tourists
Purists, that's what we are, leave a squad
Better yet, make these motherfuckers run to the potty
Huh, People Under The Stairs, bringing it for everybody
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