Jappy Jap - People Under The Stairs

Let’s hit 'em with it

About to get boots iller on these dudes

Sugar Ray, and I mean Leonard

Check it out… yo

(A brother who’s known for his rap)

Yeah, Double K, ya know

(A brother who’s known for his rap)

Who’s that?

Thes One

That’s my man Thes One

(A brother who’s known for his rap)

Yup.

They call me Double K, ya-yo

(A brother who’s known for his rap)

Aha!

My man Jappy Jap

Now if you see me in a lab coat, don’t think I’m just chillin'

I’m rubbin' my palms together, got plans on takin' the villain

Like my nigga Ren, and if it ain’t rough it ain’t me

And if that beat ain’t knocking you over then you know it ain’t The P

Guaranteed to be in stock like these bustas getting blocked

That’s niggas we getting mopped from these floors that we rock

They missing hip hop, you see hip hop missing me with that bull

I got pulled quick, come loaded with the full clip

Blast up your party like a shoot em up flick

Busting through the swingin' doors with aggression galore

You learnt your lesson before, I hope they keep you on tour

Take your money followed by a pimp slap!

That ain’t rap

More like a ribbing, man, it’s only given that I hit men

All in they emotion glands, I claim band and those niggas know it

They sure ain’t coming round, acting fly

Drinking forties, always telling lies in they rhymes

I think they’re trying too much

I keep 'em crying too much

The Double keep 'em in a clutch, and with self I stay in touch

But here’s a letter for the weak who speak trash when they talk

Take a walk before you end up on stage in chalk, cus I’m

(A brother who’s known for his rap)

Yeah, the most supreme, the Double K

(A brother who’s known for his rap)

And who’s who?

Thes One, drinking beer, having fun in the back

(A brother who’s known for his rap)

Jappy Jap

The self contained Double K, and who?

(A brother who’s known for his rap)

Jappy Jap

(Aw, yeah)

It’s my job, I twist knobs and make the odds seem to operate chemical

Lyrically polemical, touch you like a tide pool tentacle

Identical to unendable, unbendable metal

You claim ghetto fame, that same game, another buster

Crashing through your tracks, I’m the wax claim adjuster

Kick, kick, snare, high-hat, vinyl cognac

Shining like a Sly Stone belt on felt slip mats

You kit-kat, breaking with the new data Zip Dat

Hate to megabyte, my hip style like a reptile

I’m Crock Hunter, dumb done, we’re block blunters

Bleeding beedi burners to Portugals and Turners

Who freakin' what we speakin' like a deacon who’s tweakin'

Or a heat-seekin' missile

(And all you hearin' is the whistle)

And jump out your Fubu while we thizzle you

Fizzle is a locate set to take down, translate sound

Tape-deck bound, non-stop to tour jet

Gonna touch your town, if we haven’t already yet (Uh huh)

I met a lot of people (Uh huh)

They’re waiting for the sequel (Uh huh)

Well here it is, O-S-Teach kids about The People

(Aw yeah)

Yo, and that’s how we bringing it like that

Never came square, never thought about coming square

It’s the mother with The P, it’s me

And my man Thes One, and he rock like that

They call me the Double K, and yo, I rock like that

Brothers known for the rap, we keep it like that

It’s The P brother who gets weak like that

(A brother known for his rap)

Yo, for his rap, you know were we at

L.A. Los Angeles

Straight up

It’s a sunny sky… and everthing’s looking good

Hey Thes One, how we feel?

You know

Peace!