Yo! People Under the Stairs

[INTRO]
Double K:
'Uh uh lets take them out of a B-Boy experience, Hey yo Thes One how you like me now?

Thes One:
Yo I don't know how you like us now?

[Verse 1]

Thes One:

Eyes stay so cool he freezes coliseums
Man the kid shines so bright you sneeze when you see him
He still hasn't changed trading records for per diem
Guaranteeing new additions to his wax museum
Man I've seen it, his collection grows its quite incredible
Hunting down them records like the damn things were edible
In this context he's too complex you're Oedipal
Ya'll mother fuckers only produce poetical perfection
In hypothetical selections for your general public expecting a soft subject
Man its medical touch not budget but worth it
Impregnates the track, jump back and then birth it
Word is born, now his word plays all day
At that fancy day care over by U.C.L.A
While he sits at home, making beats drinking a Heiny
Puttin' new brakes on drum pads like Meineke
I finally see him one day chillen with his group
He was eating at El Cholo sippin' tortilla soup
I said 'Thes, yo I'm feelin' all them old jazz loops
Can you make me up a track man I got a little loot'
He said 'thanks but don't thank me thank the fore-fathers
They deserve the credit now theres no body bothers'
I pause 'thats true' he took a sip of his too
He said 'I'll dig you up a beat like Super Mario II'
I was like 'word, dude I'll pick up the check'
He's like 'don't bother, pull up a chair lemme introduce you to my partner'