Time To Rock Our Shit - People Under The Stairs

Knights will come, be advised

They’ll come for them

Be advised they’ll come

Someone’s sure that they’ll be here

Yo Thes, what (what up?)

Can you rock the mic?

A ha ha, my mellow my man, it’s like ridin’a bike

Uh, Double K What’s Up?

Can you rock it?

Like ridin’a bike, but only with training wheels

So what, shoot the gift and let them know the deal

I shoot the gift like NRA members on Christmas

Morning warning rock MCs like isthmus like a principal

I’m the principal, our crew’s invincible

Under The Stairs

Impairs auditroy of your whole municipal (municipal?)

Code area, attack like malaria

Concrete jungle bundle of joy

With bobby-boys

It’s scary to think our tape destroys your crew’s hopes (what?)

I can’t cope with that, say no Put it on a DAT, Double K

'Cause everything I say will one day give away

Or another recovered in it’s original place

Signify this straight caligrified verse

Petrified rock, put your goddamn block in a herse

Only thing worse, chaos bursts the eardrums, the P Making the beats and rhymes funkally-dunkally

Fat like chunky here, but not out for radio play

Here’s a crew washing the wax my mind space

Tight A, not Navy deals, no way

Pets for three sixty five days

I add a fourth 'cause I leap year

I leave tracks like Amtrack

Battles the P and Superman

After that your crew will try and forget like Izoin (?)

It’s the Amistad, man Beckets (?) know it better

I rip it all up like a letter for the principal

Chaos bursts…(Double K cuts in)

(Unintelligible) my crew bad as milk

That’s one, lace the track

Like a blow with the weak smell

Nigga, your stunned

Other from the brothers with another monkey (?) shit

Put the viddy (?) on the stick and make sure it don’t skip

Hip-Hoppin is reallest, punk

You know you wanna admit it All these crews runnin around with fat tracks

They don’t get it, the gettin distressed (word?)

The gettin me mad

So what you sayin, Double K?

Just put that shit on my tab

Don’t feel like dealin’with it now

I’ll deal with it later

See, the mic’s in my possesion

Yo, so while she did it To the minmute

Stupid frontin’since we first stepped in Brought it back a couple of times

Now you give it a grin

First you tell your homey,

Yeah man, that shit’s fresh!

Didn’t know this kinda shit could be lurkin’the west

We puttin’hair on your chest

We flow with no hesitation

Late radio stations ain’t allowed on these premesis

Millions hearin’this

Late at night like domestic violece

Smackin’you the fuck up Until we get some silence (word)

Keep you like Judge Judy on the mic

Puttin’up a fight

Rollin’hard 'till the break of daylight

So next time you corny niggas wanna come hardcore

Go listen to 'Lil Kim (word…)

What’s the time?

Time to rock our shit

(Scratched until end in various ways)