People Under The Stairs

(álbum: I Love Life, Thank You - 2011)

Hey
Microphone testing, testing
You playing politician, you Martin Sheen on The West Wing
Guessing the best thing for me to do is spit it
This shit is never a gimmick, you listen more than a minute
I've been spitting flows since the kid was six-years-old
And if you listen close I'll do this like some mismatched clothes
It's whatever, put it together, you never could be this clever
I'm rocking the mic forever, you gonna stop me never
I'm cocky, because I love it, you Rocky without the punches
Hockey without the ice, and boxes without the lunches
Flowing like me, no one and that got you mad, bitch
Saw your boys are nothing but just average
I ain't telling nobody how they should live their life
I got my own shit to deal with, so that just isn't right
I'm just tryna to leave the crib, go out and live tonight
Shit, fuck that, I'm locked in the lab, working
Dropping a track, beats get bodied and bagged, certain
See the world through first, second, and third person
Omniscient, listening so efficient
Trapped in my own goal line, ready to go the distance
Consider it a privilege that you get to witness
History in the making, you fucking bitches
Ha ha, just playing with you'll
Still in line waiting for my name to get called, yuh