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The Tamburo 5
People Under the Stairs
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I mean, it'd be chancy with all them foreign
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign blokes around
I think not, they wouldn't dare to expose me
For the niggas who's listenin', I want y'all to pay attention
As I start dissin' wack MCs on a BG mission
For the fools who's missin', UDC is the coalition
The undisputed champs who smoke beaters and laugh
These niggas takin' this hip-hop deal as a joke
Talkin' about freestyles that they wrote and never did a show
All they talk is how many hoes they hit and how much weed they get
This shit gotta quit, back in '86 it was the shit
Brothers breakin' at Venice Beach lookin' for tips
Ain't that a bitch? Moms want me in the house by six
Say what's up to Thesz, cookin' up beats, that's fresh
And all the niggas in the P-U-T to the S
Comin' from the West rockin' this shit 'til there ain't nothin' left
And don't forget Josie
No right hand on green in this here game of Twister
On the next go around best to pass the mister
It's your worst nightmare, Mad Hand and all the other indicators
By my denim, no verbal stimulator
Cave your chest in like habits of my best friend
And those who question me as to why I'm not impressed in
Their direction, a road often traveled
With low visibility 'cause your thoughts unravel
But my thoughts stay rattled to keep my words appropriate
Too bad how much you indulge don't match with how dope you get
I poked and quit, ponderin' if this shit was just a trend
Niggas I swore wouldn't go there went off the deep end
I'm peepin', they like (Nothing's in respect)
I drop the fat dimes that fuck up your mind's detect
Not Newark rebirth, he cover grimy greases
Like to the speakeasy or the bourbon at the bar
Diamond smile on this star, her setup man in the whip
Flashin' the sign, catches the car to the wood of poison dart tip
With one finger to a lip, I replace it with my soul
I reach deep into my soul as the room becomes a black hole
Eyes shine like crushed coal is my protection
Surrounded by undergods with no reflection
The invisible one speaks (You ain't tough)
Proven wrong, swift kicks to his followers
I ask (Where's my father?) Someone drops a feather
Shots hot like tempura, melt me out my little sweater
Lightning flash over me stands ether (With the heater)
Another good soul lost in the quest for Tambora
You must, you must, you must
You must be losing your touch, Josie
Some niggas in this rap game be pissin' me off
'Cause they be swearin' on they moms that they comin' off hard
Yo, you ain't comin' off shit besides the shit you on
Bitches got you thinkin' you bad just 'cause you made a little song
Take a hit from the bong, boy, check out the gong, boy
Take a look at the crowd, that's why your moms ain't proud
Yo, your work ain't appealin' 'cause
It's a cap I'm peelin' to the girth
Fuck around and get your feelings hurt
I'm goin' out for the kill, fool, you know it's the deal
That's why your gay-ass crew's chillin' with that look on the grill
Like he a bully, but man, you just a
Pussy with mixed emotions about rappin'
Sell your CDs and take a tappin'
For the rhyme pilot pullin' niggas through the violent portal
Existin' in states that's not mortal or your average
Not savage, the ink and tinker process I see
Drop a line for your spine like kung fu, see I'm makin' dents
Got rhymes like Section 8 applicants
There for the crew, out the house, kids when we rock mics
Dominations since days of Playball hats and black tights
Ten-four, Thesz rock, sock it to you with maddest soul
A quarter-inch cable stabbed through your bone skull
Paralyzed in the middle of your fake pimp walk
Him shall catch with him the top cops
Scotch in a glass filled with methylated nitrogen
My ingestion endorphins turn to heroin
You lost the love in life feelin' so no pain
P-U-T-S beat you down with BPMs to the brain
Mask of Tambora
Mask of Tambora