The Bomb Combo People Under the Stairs

[Thes One:]
I dream about walking into a warehouse with vinyl in massive amounts
That hasn't been touched… jazz, rock‚ funk‚ and such
To come through in a clutch like a musical crutch
To give my life some light on nights when my girl fights
([Double K in a girly voice:] That's all you care about!)
Things that come and go‚ my records are original
Soundtrack from way back reminded me to stay back
The '92 hip-hop, the needle in the haystack
The breakbeats on wax that kept me in an interested state
To learn facts, jump out‚ and dig plates
Filling my crates, appreciate originals who made it
Things move in cycles, and hip-hop is slated for a disco demise
Synthetic kicks and snares and keyboards ruling the charts
Are on the rise‚ open your eyes, my people lose your history
Ten years digging, and half the shit's still a mystery
So play out on my played-out record, I'm on my way out
You couldn't understand what it's like for the payout
Picking up the pieces of a musical puzzle
One record at a time, reconstruct, write our rhymes
Spent all my living time trying to follow the line
From South box ones and twos to drum machines
That do the same damn thing, I'm a hip-hop being
And I don't take it for granted, it's not yours to change
Even though it's been handed down, so dig the sound
People Under The Stairs are musically profound
It's not yours to change, even if it's handed down
People Under The Stairs'll stay musically profound with the…