Crown Ones People Under the Stairs

[Thes One]
Dig the underground sound like an approaching earthquake
Golden State's plate vibrate eights you chumps shake
We rock Crown City; the sound get down with it
Swing the scepter's soul the jesters know they bit it
I see them smile through argyle and good humor
But them ice cream 16 bars are rap tumors
But yo yo ? Ruminate cause things are getting great now
Hop the lake jump a train just to checkmate
How we make a pawn take a long pause and ain't no moving back
One square at a time dropping dimes on the white and black
And we stay the course on this high horse moving in big "L"s
She may have a one track mind but she's selling sea shells
Big power like "D" cells we retail the unexpected; a little this, little that
Recipe's perfected so if you see the hat then get set, Double-K, rap breathing down your neck

[Double K]
It's the "P", the funky lone-star strangers
Go for your buds; we in the house, there's danger
Tell the DJ to screw it, slow your body on down
Party on to the last word I mention the tension
All hip-hop, in back is the bass, droppin'
Under the street light coppin'
The funk now tell me what's up
We on the mixtape, and do it for a fixed rate
Getting straight to it, no foreplay, just floor-play
So take your shoes off and thank your new boss, the workout gym
The brother ain't slim, but I'm the thin line between funking and fronting
Come to your jam, eat the chips, grab the mic Double splitting and rip. (heh heh, yeah, right)
"There ain't no half-stepping," that's what I told Big Daddy Kane
And I'll bet you somewhere, it's still stuck in his brain
You can't forget it, it's a given, and we're taking it back
Like Pack Jam, you'll be like, "That jam was pumping."
Old ladies be like, "That boy's soul hold's something."
Latin brothers say, "Oído le, and let the jam play."
It's a down one, so when you see me walk up
And crown one, you can crown one (you can crown one)