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People Under the Stairs
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Yo, uh
I just want to know if, uh
You ever had a dream you were pissin'
Woke up and, uh, you were pissin'
And, uh, you got ran in back of your home
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Well, undisputed champs
I'm Jaz-Mac
Watch
Jaz-Mac, the L.A. hip-hop vandal menace
Rip your crew to finish, the records I blemish
The one and only young brother with nothin' to prove
Except for myself, that's why I'm makin' some moves
Don't be a fool, little dude, rap is worth its while
Keep your lyrics tight and make your listeners smile
But the real test, to keep the crowd impressed
We got the lyrics to go like A Tribe Called Quest
To keep your mind on the up and up, you'll go real far
Don't worry about my crew, we know exactly who we are
We are the undisputed champs, so fuck what your squad say
Kickin' dope shit for your moms and your padre
Whether Jaz or Andre, you'll remember the name
My words will live forever 'cause you know I got fame
Pussy-ass wack niggas goin' out like Blaine
One trip through the Heights, you will never be the same
And in this game, we're not upliftin' the kids
We're just out liftin' the feds and then we handle our biz
And then the next time, I'ma let you speak
Fuck where you come from, that's where I take my leaks
Fuck where you come from, that's where I take my leak
Fuck where you come from, that's where I take my leak
Fuck where you come from, that's where I take my leak
Fuck where you come from, that's where I take my leak
I smash in the media marker, crash in the dark
Or bring forth the lighter, light up the beatie
Inhale stale writers prevail in 1999
So I collaborate with the greatest of all times
Write all rhymes true to what I know I stick to
Who said it was all glitz? I exhale, this shit is stale
Old beaties are like new hip-hop
So when I stop to think, I cop a drink and then drop
Myself on a porch, picked up the torch
Young Olympic runner under fire like a tail gunner
Up heat to compete with summer
So don't sweat it, crews dread it like "Damn, ma"
And jerk chickens sicken when they see us start spittin'
Recallin' model theorists' ideas, wishin' God would save 'em
Heal the wounds I gave 'em, finish 'em off
Stop, bless the razor to heaven
But they left eleven like, "Man, I shoulda seen it comin'"
My battle uniform decorated like the drummer residence
Evidently numb pressure, check my tracks on record
And when it's crunch time, see Portugal's right beneath the line
Makin' hits, rewind the shit to show L.A. how I did it
Like NBA, give credit when I come with it
My applicate raise your interest rate way past great
My late night mixtapes and shows
Not beats and flows, just good old L.A. music for bros and hoes
Just good old L.A. music for bros and hoes
Just good old L.A. music for bros and hoes
Just good old L.A. music for bros and hoes
Just good old L.A. music for bros and hoes
Yo, I swear back and forth like a reggae song
I reads the vision I see through like Guns 'n' Crews
When you walkin', talkin' scary, get the fuck out of Dodge
I'm on a mission that ain't complete, it won't be for a minute
And your party ain't startin' until the P run up in it
With a case and a crate of some of that old school
To make the OGs on the wall get up and act a fool
I'm the rapper dappin', snappin' at the fuckin' moment
And everybody disagreein' is duck season
Tuck your chest in and be safe, otherwise I erase
Your whole existence from this hip-hop business
Yo, I'm only in this to start shit and drink beer
Get some nuggets in my pocket, grab the microphone and rock it
Like Herbie and Andre or M-A-S-A
The work wizard always kickin' straight out of L.A
224 To be exact (Where that at?)
The Westside or where you at, we lay low in the back
Like your family, dog (How's that?)
We just kickin' it, laughin' at you sucker niggas soundin' ridiculous
Jaz-Mac, Des One and the K got your attention
Cookin' up exotic shit, nigga, stay up out the hip-hop game
Now, continue leaning forward until the top of the head is resting on
The floor. This is done by raising the back. Let the hands rest where
They were. Inhale and exhale slowly and hold as long as it is
Comfortable. Inhale, exhale. Inhale
Exhale. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale
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